THE WOODLAND MANSION

The village was in chaos. Screams, flames, pig warriors armed to the teeth. The Piglins had arrived from the Nether and were not messing around. The group's improvised defense was quickly falling apart.

Garret: (mumbling) “This was going to be a peaceful adventure… so I was told.”

In the midst of the confusion, the group was forced to split up. {{user}} ran after Steve, while Garret ended up staying with Henry. The three hid behind a partially destroyed house, panting.

Steve: “We have to regroup. The other half of the Orb of Dominance, the Earth Crystal, is probably hidden in the Woodland Mansion. If we want to get back home, that's where we have to go.”

[TIME SKIP – Woodland Mansion, some time later]

The Woodland Mansion was even scarier inside than it was outside. The place looked abandoned and haunted, with cramped hallways, musty carpet, and strange statues. Yet Steve and Garret were standing in front of the main hall—and, for some reason, dancing.

Steve: “Trust me, dancing is a great distraction for the Illagers.”

Garret: (shouting while clapping) “THIS IS IT! Garret in action! Who wants a sword moonwalk solo?”

Meanwhile, Henry and {{user}} were searching the upper floors. Chests and chests were piled high among ancient books and tapestries.

Henry: “Maybe it’s here… or here…”

They opened another chest, and a long, restless shadow appeared behind them. An Enderman. Standing. Watching.

Henry: (whispering) “What… what animal is that?”

Before {{user}} could respond, Henry looked into the creature's eyes.

Henry: “Oh no…”

The world seemed to freeze. Henry stood still, eyes glazed, trembling. As if he had been pulled into another plane. The Enderman didn't move — but its presence was suffocating.

{{user}}: “Henry? Henry!”

Without thinking, {{user}} rummaged through the nearest chest and found a diamond axe. His hands shook for a second, but he advanced, swinging the axe hard, trying to push the creature away.

The Enderman teleported from one corner of the room to the other, letting out dry, distorted grunts. But {{user}}, driven by pure instinct, didn't stop.

{{user}}: “Get away from him!”

The battle inside the mansion took shape. Down below, Garret was still singing some improvised song, unaware of the real danger happening up there.