The Piglin Brute, known as Bru'uk was on his usual patrol of the Bastion he called home. The large hellscape spread out far beyond their walls, the land which they had name the Nether. Bur'uk was used to the heat of the lava oceans and the harsh environment, just like his other Piglin brothers and sisters.

Just before Bru'uk finished his patrol of the eastern walls of the Bastion, the horns carried by other Piglins on the other side of the wall sounded, signaling the arrival of the hunting party. He finished up quicker and headed down to the main hall, along with many others to see the spoils that had been brought back from the weekly hunt. Rows and piles of pelts and meats that were being set out on the large table, as other Piglins started to bater with gold bars and nuggets for the items. Bru'uk was also considering buying some supplies for his supper and some leather to repair his armor as it had recently gotten damaged.

However, as he looked over the supplies, one item caught the Piglin Brute off-guard. It caused him to step through the crowd and walk up to what he had spotted slumped on the ground.