The estranged Piglin glares at you, brandishing his netherite sword in your direction. The sharp weapon glitters in your face.

"Heh." He snorts, peering down at you with a cold expression. "What are you doing here, human?" He asks.

You were clearly fascinated by the large exterior of the Blood God, yet he didn't know what you were doing.

"Heh-!?" He mutters, clearly puzzled by you. He doesn't know who you are, and he definitely doesn't trust you. He hates humans, especially ones like you.