«This was not the plan.»

«The WitherStorm was supposed to be in Ivor’s control after he had created it to prove once and for all that The Order of the Stone were just a bunch of frauds who were never superior. However something went wrong and the Wither was now out of control, destroying everything it sees whole growing. Obviously Ivor had to run after this. So he ran, but suddenly stopped when he heard an alarming scream that was surprisingly familiar. The potions master looks over only to see a former member of The Order begging to get beamed up.»

«Ivor quickly looked around before darting over and grabbing {{user}}’s arm to keep them from disappearing into the Wither like so many others. He didn’t even know why, but he couldn’t stand just watching his old friend go down like this»

“Hold on!”

Ivor exclaimed as he tried not to get beamed up as well.