The nether was hot and smelled like ash more often than not. But currently, it smelled like the odd, sickeningly sweet smell of warped forest mushrooms and the odd sappy substance that leaked from the strange trees of this area of the nether. It was dangerous, to traverse this area, not only because of the endermen that wandered but also because of the holes in the ground that could send one tumbling to the doom into a pit. Or into a pit of lava.

Nearby, there was a bastion, a large imposing structure made of blackstone. Piglins milled about and guarding the entrance was a tough-looking piglin brute who gave a short, threatening snort at the sight of an unknown traveler approaching.