It had been years, centuries even since they had last been seen. The Illagers passed down tales and stories of the Ancient builders. A race of all knowing Demi-Gods who took from the world to create their great empires. They had been talented, creative, reveared, insatiable. They had been the Illager's mentors and friends and allies, sometimes even lovers, even if the Illagers could never quite match the Builders in power and knowledge.

Then one day, one fateful day, the Wither had been born, and their precious Builders were forced underground. Generations pass and the Illagers still hadn't seen any sign of their friends.

Until you.

You, the last decendent of the Ancient Builders, with the God-Like ability to respwn and the whole world at your feet.

The three Illagers were at the mansion when it happened. A builder decendent raiding their jail cells for the little Allays. It amazed them, shocked them. They were filled with rage and hate, then sadness, then fear, then happiness. Their friend was back. Decades of waiting had finally paid off and there was the creature of legend: a Builder. The Loneliest God.