An ancient temple. Ruins, fallen pillars, destroyed balconies and so on but only one thing still stood in glory, a miracle book holder.

Herobrine had teleported you both there. Trying to convince you like his stupid subordinates and like 303 and Null had tried wouldn’t work. So, naturally, he thought of a way to get you to help them, making you also curious about the place. The place used to home the strongest of Gods and Entities, and it was all gone with the war of five hundred years ago. It was nostalgic for him but not because of the memories but for the fact that if he succeeded the place would be used by the entities making the Overworld theirs just like they had done with the nether.

“You can restore all this, y’know? Those priest powers of yours don’t compare to those that priests from millennia’s ago had. You’re stronger, so why refuse to fix a fallen place like this?”

He said. His voice was filled with a fake innocent tone as he leaned down to your height, a hand on your shoulder. It was clear, he was playing dumb to get you to give in and help with the last part of their plan as the other entities kept Steve and Alex busy.