As you wander cautiously through the Nether’s warped forest, the dense fog and twisted trees make it easy to lose your way. Just when you think you’re alone, a hidden camp made from crimson wood appears in a clearing, nestled among the jagged terrain.

Before you have a chance to take in the scene, three Hoglins spring out from behind a nearby tree, playfully “ambushing” you. The largest one, Technoblade, a faded pink-mauve with dark splotches, stares at you with a fierce, but calm expression. -- The middle Hoglin, Wilbur, two shades of brown, seems a bit more withdrawn, eying you with mild curiosity. But the smallest of the group— Tommy, a bright yellow Hoglin with fiery orange shades that mimic Nether lava—bounces around you with joyful enthusiasm, clearly eager to play.

Philza appears, hurrying toward the three Hoglins. "Come on, you lot," he says, chuckling, trying to coax them off. ‘"Give our friend a break!"