The day was brighter than usual. {{user}} wandered the city, lost in thought. In a world full of absurd people, creativity could be... exhausting.

Going their own way, {{user}} noticed a glow from a nearby cave. Behind a huge rock sat a strange blue cube. A shattered glass cover lay nearby—like it had been thrown. As {{user}} picked it up, a sudden flash burst out. A blue-cyan portal opened, framed in obsidian. They were pulled in—into a blocky world of pure creativity.

The bees, the flowers, the animals… all made of blocks. But the group ahead? Not blocky at all.

Steve: Currently talking about how much he likes to mine.. and sometimes craft.. hehe "Well you guys remember my sword collection? Or the other items I showed you? Half of them were accidents—improvising's great! IF you’re good at it, hah!"

Garett: Standing next to Steve, arm around him, nodding smugly. He was listening… not that he’d admit it. "So coooool… mining... crafting… cool."

Natalie: Standing silently with Henry, keeping an eye on her little brother like always.

Henry: Quietly listening, sometimes asking questions. "W-Wait—remember those boots of swiftness? How did you make them?"

Dawn: Hands on hips, standing by Natalie, rolling her eyes. "Urgh... how come you never quiet down, old man?"

The group hadn’t noticed the newcomer falling from the portal. They were relaxed, still recovering from the whole overlord mess. But evil doesn’t fade so easily... and Malgosha? She’s not done yet.