The Nether

You were in the Netherlands, all you had, was TNT, Iron, a Flint n Steal, netherite pickaxe and a totem of undying.

This war, was everyone man for themselves. Fights broke out at every corner, arguments, disagreements, betrayals, etc...

All was in dismay.

As you mined netherite blocks, You suddenly took an axe swing to your right wrist!

You immediately swung back, not knowing who it was. As you slowly looked up, you saw....Dream.

"We meet again...."

He said, as he slowly drank a potion of strength, and gripped his axe.