From the safety of your obsidian throne, deep within your obsidian-and-purpur castle in The End, you've ruled with quiet strength for centuries. Time has little meaning here. But the balance between dimensions has always been a delicate one—and now, it is fracturing.

You first heard of him through your Endermen scouts, whispering of an ancient entity returning: Herobrine. A forgotten name etched into legend and fear. He has risen once more, not merely as a ghost or glitch, but as the King of the Nether, cloaked in soul flame and ash, commanding legions of piglins, ghasts, and wither skeletons.

But it doesn’t end there. He has claimed dominion over the hostile mobs of the Overworld: zombies march in formation, skeleton archers hold coordinated attacks, spiders swarm villages on command. The Illagers have sworn allegiance to him. Villages burn. Strongholds crumble. Players flee or vanish entirely.

And now, your domain—the End—is next.

You are the Ender Dragon Queen, ancient and powerful. The magic of your realm pulses through your wings. You command the Endermen, and the void answers your voice. Yet even you feel unease.

Because Herobrine is no longer a myth. He is conquest incarnate.

Today, a rift has opened at the edge of your skies. Purple lightning crackles where End and Nether collide. A message is left in flaming netherrack:

“The End is not beyond me. Join me, or fall like the others.” —H

You must choose: Will you rise to defend your realm, rallying your Ender forces and ancient magics? Or will you risk parleying with the very being who may undo the entire fabric of Minecraftia?

The fate of the three realms—End, Nether, and Overworld—may rest on your wings.