Stephanie frowned as she walked out the back door of her home and headed towards the woods, the sky was darker than usual at this time of the day; it was dusk now and it looked like it was about to rain. A distant rumble and flash of light confirmed to her that the weather was going to make her night out tonight a not-so-pleasant one, she hadn't changed out of her clothes from dinner and had nothing to keep herself dry; she couldn't find her rain cloak and didn't want to arrive late to meet up with Herobrine in trying to find it so she left the house without it. She hoped it wouldn't rain on her as she held the small wooden container of food close, the food should remain dry so long as there wasn't a downpour; she didn't want all of her hard work ruined.

Though she set out again for the second time today to go and meet with her acquaintance, or frenemy, was he now? There was still much concern and worry on her mind. Herobrine had been so angry with her earlier that morning over his command device that she held, that he forced her to use it and somehow managed to do a command that she didn't even know existed. The man made a decent point about the Peaceful command being detrimental to the world, but the fact that it could have been used a long time ago was quite an interesting thought. She never recalled anything like it in the history books, then again, most records of the past weren't written or archived until hundreds of years after humans were made and began populating the world.

She recalled Hero mentioning something about humans dying and coming back to life at one point, was it respawn he said? She thought to herself. An amazing concept, but it didn't exist anymore apparently. When people die now, they die, get put in the ground and life moves on. She wondered why Notch changed it and allowed people to multiply in number and only give them one chance to live life. Steph guessed there was a balance to maintain, all things considered regarding what Herobrine had said; himself being a part of that balance with death.

What was life like after death? She wondered as she passed under oak and birch trees, in no hurry to meet up with her soon-to-be murderer. She hoped it wasn't so bad, she hoped her birth parents were resting well though she could barely remember their faces. Steve said they loved her so much and died protecting her and him from bandits during a village raid, hiding them in the basement while confronting the ruthless invaders and fighting to the bitter end.

This also made her wonder if her adoptive parents survived after abandoning them during a mob horde while traveling on the roads in the wilderness; returning from a trip the couple had planned for themselves while begrudgingly dragging her and Steve with them. She made peace with them in her heart despite the neglect they put her and her brother through; constantly ignoring them, blaming them for everything, feeding them very little, and always punishing them wrongfully. She couldn't help but think that maybe they felt at least a little remorse for using them to distract the mobs and run like cowards to save themselves, they did house them; though just so they could receive benefits from the village council for their 'wholehearted' deed of adoption. It was unlikely they cared, but Steph wanted to go out of this world with no regrets or hatred, she was thankful for her time and got in enough years to grow into a beautiful young woman and make great friends.

Thinking about her demise for days had made it easier to accept, though she feared she wasn't ready to lose her friends or her brother for that matter. With that in mind, she hoped to be the first one out of them all to go.

The woman sighed. She didn't want to think about death but it was difficult not to unless she could pull a miracle with the King of Mobs before the end of the day tomorrow; earn a little more time in an attempt to change fate. It was sealed otherwise. She had no clue what the coming challenge would entail, but she was determined to give it her best shot and let the pieces fall where they may. She tried her best to keep guilt within pushed as far back as it could go, it's far too much for one woman to bear; the war no one knows about until it's literally outside their village gates. Stephanie did her best not to think about it, she's cried enough lately and her eyes were still sore from crying over her brother's condition hours ago. It's very difficult to try not to feel anguish and heartrending pain at the thought of Herobrine or his mobs slaying Steve and all of her friends, it was very likely to happen soon.

She dreaded what was in store for her before her death, though the thought made her face feel hot and her heartbeat quicken. Him, ravishing her... Herobrine was a terrifyingly large and powerful man, unfairly handsome and built like a beast. Would he crush her in the process? Go at it until he tore her up from the inside out? Would he beat on her while doing it? Stephanie shuddered, it was horrible to think about but the possibilities were there.

However; something deep in her mind told her that he would likely take her more gently than that, seeing as he didn't seem to hate her like other humans; enjoyed her presence and touch actually. Had been more careful with her of late, for the most part when he wasn't raging or being aggressive. The way he held her in his arms with care, teased her, the kiss he tried to return; albeit briefly. He wasn't the same man she had encountered earlier that week, he seemed enthralled about her; in more ways than one now. That notion had her involuntarily trembling in anticipation and swallowing nervously, her last moments alive could potentially be... not that bad in all honestly. Not how she first thought six days ago. Heat blossomed throughout her torso and neck and she sighed, her body betrayed her. Her fear was all too quickly quelled with the thought of that good-looking man over her, having her. At least it wouldn't happen in front of Steve, so she hoped the god would keep his word on that.

Stephanie was removed from her current conflicting thoughts at the sound of a deep guttural growl, undoubtedly that of an undead mob. She came to a stop and searched the woods to find it several feet away to her right, just standing there while staring with its dark eyes and gaping and drooling mouth. It might have been a little dark out, but she could see the deceased humanlike creature with its intent to feed. But she had found that she wasn't afraid of it oddly enough, it didn't move any closer; it remained there like it was almost disappointed that it couldn't have a little bite. This to Steph meant that her white-eyed companion wasn't too far away, mobs obeyed that man or perished to him; obedience to them meant survival. The location she agreed to meet him wasn't too much further to walk so she began moving again; only feeling a little unnerved as she started spotting more mobs moving throughout the woods.

It was so strange, seeing so many hostile creatures just quietly watching her; stopping their aimless roaming about to catch a glimpse at her; a human. Her concern began to grow a little when she saw a large spider skittering back and forth nearby as if trying to decide if it was worth making prey of her, its beady red eyes glowed and low hiss-like screeches passed through its mandibles.

Surely it wouldn't dare, right?

Blue-violet eyes went wide as the arachnid made a decision and lunged right at her with fangs out, she stumbled back a few steps in fright and blinked as arrows pierced through the mob's head and body midair and sent it crashing to the ground at her feet before it could reach her. Stephanie whipped her head back to see a couple of skeletons lowering their bows and staring right at her, footsteps coming from her front had her looking back to see a zombie now approaching the wounded mob with quiet groans and growls. Once next to the struggling spider; it fell to its knees with a heavy careless thud and began tearing at the arachnid, ripping off its legs and mashing the body inward with its heavy sloppy-moving fists. Stephanie took a step back and grimaced as a few other zombies joined in on the attack, the screeches of pain soon subsided and the tainted colored mobs began tearing into the spider and eating its flesh.

It was a disturbing sight, but she was glad that the mobs seemed to know that she was off limits; even if most of these mobs out here were just regular ones. Typically any mob with armor or weapons were usually mobs that had killed humans before and had gained enough intelligence to use those weapons and equip armor, there didn't appear to be any of the sort that she could tell with a quick glance around. At least the majority of them seemed to understand to keep away from her, so she could continue to feel safe but remain cautious for the ones that stray from Herobrine's command.

With one threat out of the way; Stephanie began again in the direction she was first heading, she did her best to keep space between herself and other mobs, never getting too close in case they were tempted to try to take on an easy target despite the king's orders. It began to sprinkle tiny rain droplets with a gentle breeze passing through the air as the woman neared the clearing of the last worship session, she soon spotted the candles from the other day, but they weren't lit and a few of them were nothing but wax mounds in the grass. She noticed the wooden bowl that she had left behind as well, and didn't intend to forget it; she had as much on her mind at the time as she did now.

"Well, here I am," Steph said to herself and softly rocked on her heels as she looked around, she didn't see the man of her nightmares just yet. She must have arrived a bit early; which was fine, he told her to be there on time the last they spoke. "Will you show up this time?" She asked quietly to herself.

Several minutes pass by however and the woman starts to feel a little worried when she sees no sign of the man, the mobs stuck their distance but there were no white eyes to be seen. 'He has to be close.' Stephanie thought as she continued to scan the treeline, the mobs likely wouldn't be so weary and obedient had he not been close.

Herobrine stood at the top of a large tree branch while gazing at the sky, he knew the woman had arrived but took a little time to calm himself with long deep breaths; still raging internally to lingering thoughts from earlier. These little memories of old were once a rare thing that would physically and mentally ensnare him for hours; take him back in time to revisit what once was as if he was in person watching it all happening again. But ever since meeting that woman; they've started to become frequent, much too frequent. Four in nearly one week had been way too much, he even had a moment while in the woman's presence once; confusing her and provoking her to question him about his sudden stillness and detachment from reality.

Hero is uncertain as to why the memories return now, right before he begins his true conquest for the world; but he couldn't help but wonder if what Notch had said was true. As much as he hated to admit it, the creator might just be right, it could be true. The mortal woman Stephanie did have something to offer that he hadn't had in many long years, he didn't want to think about it but couldn't deny that it was nice to have someone to talk to again who had some understanding of him. One that though feared him; would approach him, touch him, worship him, listen to him, and get him to smile and laugh even if it was for her own benefit. It had been a long time since he had experienced such sensations that were now almost foreign to him, he enjoyed the interactions and change from his usual quiet solitude.

The mob generals and mid-tier mobs with a mind of their own; only ever amplified his desolation and rage, though by giving reverence and now ruling them all, they were still nothing but pawns and could never fully satisfy him with company even if he viewed them greater than the humans. He had to make promises to the generals just to get them to leave him alone though and get more cooperation, he might not have liked them but they served their purpose and were needed. They weren't made for him, so they were nothing more to him than assisting tools to achieve his goals. Humans were made for him, but he hated them and wanted them gone. They were enemies, his to do with as he saw fit.

He made the effort to try and forget the past many years ago, tired of reflecting on things that were sometimes cherished events to events that now only bring him pain and anger. But humans persist and are nothing but constant reminders of what he had lost. Stephanie however; weakened his resolve, albeit just a touch. But she can't change anything, Herobrine had one goal in mind and he was committed to it, rid the world of humans; and in the same stroke, Notch. With them gone, any knowledge and memorabilia of the creator would be destroyed and fade as well; effectively clearing the world of the burden he had been forced to bear and finally doing away with all ties to his brother. To him, it was the only way to ever truly be free of the pain.

"Herobrine?"

The god sighed, his glowing eyes glancing down to the ground to see the nervous woman looking around for him, seeming increasingly anxious as the storm neared. Her growing apprehension made him smile a bit at the ridiculousness of it. She was terrified of a little bad weather but not meeting up with him, The King of Mobs? The most deadly creature in the world? He mused. She's gotten too comfortable with him.

Thunder rolled in the distance after a flash of light briefly alighted the night's cloudy sky.

Herobrine grinned from the woman's unease and jumpiness at the coming storm as he appeared behind the woman, he loved the fear that radiated from her being; he could practically feel it.

"What's the matter, Stephanie?" He darkly chuckled as the lady spun herself around and blinked before looking away nervously.

"Hero-"

"Afraid of a little flashing lights and some noise?"

"Not really." She then looked back at Herobrine, he didn't seem convinced with his current smug expression. She gave him a soft bashful smile and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Well, maybe a little." A few light droplets of water soon began to fall around them, Stephanie then backed herself under a nearby tree and held her little wooden box closer to herself as the rain started coming down a little more heavily.

"Heh. Now you're afraid of getting a little wet woman?" He gestured.

She rolled her eyes at him and gave him a snarky grin. "No, but I don't fancy being wet and cold and risk getting sick tonight. Or have you forgotten that tomorrow is my last day alive? I don't want to spend my last waking hours coughing and sneezing all day or in bed with a fever, I have plans. The following night is my next challenge anyway, I cannot afford to be sick with that coming up." Her expression dropped as large cold droplets of rainwater made their way through the leaves of the oak she hid under and started to seep into her dress shirt and her hair.

Herobrine lifted his right arm, holding his dark cape open as he motioned with his other arm for her to join him at his side. "Then allow me to keep you dry, I intend for us to enjoy a nice long walk on such a fine night in this lovely weather."

She didn't know if he was being sarcastic or if he liked dreary weather, considering his nature and hostility; all this rain and thunder probably was a preferred thing to him. She felt a bit nervous about his offer, in having to stand so close to him. She knew that she shouldn't be, considering she had already touched and even kissed him a couple of times; but their conversation earlier about the command block still had her on edge. They didn't get to finish it since her brother came to her house at the time and the immortal seemed very agitated where they left off, there was no doubt that their talk over it would resume at some point and she wasn't looking forward to throwing more wood onto the fire. Perhaps though, it was the only way to get answers, the only way to try and change his mind about humans while she still could.

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With a soft sigh, Stephanie stepped out from under the tree and walked up to Herobrine, he then moved forward, wrapped his arm over her shoulder, and pulled her into him. His grip was firm, he had also pulled part of the cape over her head and beamed down at her.

"Let's go for a walk then, shall we?"

When the woman nodded nervously from the touch, they began moving slowly deeper into the woods side by side.

...

"Master, what are you doing up there? You hardly ever stay away from your throne this long unless you are dealing with certain matters, two days go by and none from the fortress has heard from you; though a few surface skeletons have informed me of your presence at that village. Around that woman no less." A raspy voice echoed throughout the large empty hall of the Nether fortress, a voice that quickly quieted as the skeletal general sighed and shook his head as he stood before the forbidden door with an expression of dismay. Kankaal moved his arms back behind his back as he stared vacantly at the entrance sealed by a door made of blackstone and crimson fungus planks.

"That mortal can't keep you distracted for too long now, you'll grow bored of her quickly when you finally satisfy these hindering desires. Tch, a terrible flaw in you fleshed creatures. It's unbecoming of you to devolve down to the mind of an animal just from a few touches, though I suppose it can't be helped because of your physiology, but you've never pushed aside something as important as conquest for a human before." The general was starting to wonder if Herobrine should have never taken the deal, or at the very least; let the woman perish out in the woods when the opportunity presented itself. Now he stands there waiting for orders as well as trying to keep numerous divisions of skeletal infantries under strict supervision, struggling to keep them in line as ordered whilst the King of Mobs was away chasing after the fulfillment of natural instincts.

"Ugh, the wait is unbearable my liege. After all, I'm not the only general having trouble dealing with the control of multitudes of mobs." Kankaal let out a long growl of frustration, gazing at the floor now.

"Be done with the woman and return swiftly, many await the days of glory; I have waited for a very long time. Eighty-seven years, that's how long I've been by your side since you've recruited me." The skeleton's expression fell, he let his arms fall to hang at his sides as he returned his gaze to the door. "But arriving back really wouldn't change much, now would it? When she's out of the way you'll be dragging your heels right back through this door here, no matter how much I implore you not to you always do.

A true pity for one of such prominence and precedence, trapped with a shattered mind that can never again hold the true resolute sharpness and indubitable strength that you held even before my time. I have a feeling that when all is said and done, your goals achieved, and your anger with the humans satiated; I fear it'll never truly end your afflictions with the pieces of the past forever haunting you. Even with the statue gone, that man will never let you rest because you don't have the strength to let go of him. Even so, suffering through your afflictions for us is truly admirable, I wish you could find rest for all that you do for us mobs."

The Skeleton turned away from the door. "Oh, how I wish to see you in your old glory days lord Herobrine. The old tales I've heard of you so many times still give me hope for a leader worthy of guiding this world, bringing mobs to power once more, and fulfilling your promises to us. It can be done, I will continue to believe and patiently wait, master, no other can lead and command as you do; damaged mind or not."

The mob general let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "Heh, talking to yourself again Kankaal? Must be the impatience and anticipation of the war on humans. I simply cannot await the reward for being your most invaluable and trusted confidant master, a domain of my own would be perfect and befitting of my service."

"KANKAAAAAL!"

A loud disgruntled roar echoed from down the hall, the Skeleton turned his attention toward the voice to see a dark figure steadily approaching. His head dipped a little in irritation. "Err, a domain free of them damn 'mouths' preferably." He added quietly.

The sound of metal armor chinking and grinding against itself was made with every step as a tall dark-fleshed man swiftly approached the archer. Kankaal saw a broad-chested corpse of a man now trudging in his direction at a hurried daunting pace. The Zombie's flesh was tinted a disgusting putrid green-grey color with darker patches of ashen black in various places on the man's face, his greasy hair was a deep moldy soot black as were his soulless sable-colored eyes. His iron armor was encrusted with rust and stains of various types of blood from both mobs and humans alike, and the thick plates of metal were damaged in various places with holes and dents. At his sides were twin blades of black painted in dried blood, the swords had a low enchanted glow of red around them and they were rather short in length.

"General Sluker," Kankaal hissed with disdain. Out of all the generals he had to see today, it just had to be that one.

"Where is lord Herobrine?! I require his immediate attention!" The Zombie general barked with a deep heavy voice as he neared the other commander, he stopped when he got up close to the Skeleton, eyes of pure black burned in fury.

"Off doing whatever he pleases. Obviously." The skeleton gestured lazily, his tone condescending. "There is no reason to be shouting and foaming at the mouth like a wild dog, Sluker. Quiet that rotting tongue of yours and show your fellow general some respect before I cut it out." He commanded.

The Zombie growled with a toothy sneer and folded his arms. "You making a threat to me? You can make all the threats you like Brittle Bones, but all it takes is crushing that thin skull of yours to end your miserable existence. That wouldn't take much effort now would it, especially since you ain't got no muscles." He boasted with haughty fearless laughter, his body frame was significantly bulkier than the other.

Kankaal moved a hand down to his side and rested it on the hilt of a dagger, his posture however; remained relaxed and he appeared unconcerned. "I don't need muscles or strength to kill you, it only takes one skillful throw; planting one dagger right between your eyes to put an end to you. Now, instead of trading threats and insults, how about we get to the point? What do you require of master?"

Sluker's expression falls and his eyes narrow thinly. "What do you think? I'm sure you know what problem all of the generals are facing right now, all of our infantry sitting idle and getting impatient. We're done waiting."

"Is that all you have to gripe about?"

"The undead army has grown tired of cannibalizing the weak and the newly spawned, we demand human flesh to satisfy our hunger. It's what we have been waiting for when we joined Herobrine, to feast on the slain or live humans as we help to tear villages down. We want levels and power from the human flesh, we want to feast. But we've been idle for too long and have grown very hungry, there are too many mouths to feed all in one place. Herobrine has kept my men stationed underground for too long now, there are not enough food sources for the thousands gathered beneath the ground at Black Trench.

Most of the zombies without enough levels are starting to get out of line and leave in desperation for food, we have no choice but to kill and devour them for shamelessly attempting to flee; it's the only way we've been fed for nearly a week now. Well, no more waiting." He unfolded his arms and placed his hands on his hips. "We're tired of it." His deep voice raised. "No more spider or creeper meat, barely anything on them. No more rotten flesh either, we want fresh meat; either human or animal. We want to start marching and taking villages, right now."

The skeletal general shook his head. "We march when our master demands it, for now, we wait until he is ready. You zombies can't starve to death anyway, though I don't envy your endless hunger."

"Then what in the Nether is he waiting on now? Last week we took fifteen large villages, two of them in one night. So why now have we stopped when we were doing so well?"

Kankaal shrugged though he had an idea. "Like I know?" He placed his free bony hand over his chestplate. "I might be his most trusted and serviceable general, but even I don't know what he's been up to lately." He feigned ignorance, his tone; patronizing. "Probably out finding more recruitments or scouting for himself and making plans of attack, you know, since the last zombie scout couldn't even make it to the last village we attacked. That was embarrassing considering it was one of 'your' lieutenants, one of your so-called 'best'." He chuckled mockingly. "Couldn't even fight off a small pack of wolves, such a shame."

Sluker growled and took a step forward until his face was in Kankaal's. "He got spotted and was attacked by two armed men and their damn dogs, he was greatly outnumbered." He hissed.

"More like outmatched." The skeletal general wasn't fazed by the intimidating glare, not when Herobrine's was much more terrifying. "He should have been quieter and been better hidden, though probably couldn't resist feeding that mouth of his, just more the reason why lord Herobrine can't rely on your kind. All you festering corpses do is grumble and moan, always putting the mouth before the mission."

Sluker huffed. "Like skeletons can do any better? It only takes a few strikes with a tree branch before you guys fall apart, those dogs will have you done in way sooner than a zombie."

Kankaal laughed, then mockingly scoffed. "We can do better, brittle or not. Why do you think most of us are archers, we don't need to get close to the enemies."

The zombie reached his hands down and placed them over the hilts of his swords, cold fetid air escaped his toothy frown as he snarled. "You think a bunch of skeletons are better than us full-bodied mobs? How about I show you your place?"

The skeleton general fixed his pose to a more serious position, ready to fight if necessary. "I don't think Master is going to like missing a general, even one as defiant and unruly as you. I'd rather not get scolded by him, but I might have to deal with it."

"Oh will we now?"

"That's enough!" Came an imposing and commanding feminine voice.

Both generals turn their heads toward the tall dark and slender form of an Endermen slowly ambling down the hall, she was a little taller than the average Endermen and was clothed in a dark violet dress with dark silver armor plating. Her eyes blazed brightly like amethysts, her steps were light and nearly silent, and her form was thin and scaly and yet fuller in shape than the average end mob. There was not a hair on her head, though she wore a silver helmet with a long thick dark violet veil that flowed out from it and down past her mid-torso; it swayed along in her movements like hair would. Her arms were long and her hands clawed, dark iron-like talons of iron covered her nails and softly chinked together as she moved. From her waist to her knees part of her dress swayed with her motions, and the short nails of her toes were clawed with her claws softly tapping the nether brick floor with every step; she walked on bare feet that were adorned with silver anklets.

"Stay out of this you damn crone." Sluker griped, eyes narrowing, yellowed and browned teeth showing in his sneer. "You've meddled enough in my affairs, it's time to start minding your own damn business."

The lady general returned the hostile gaze but kept her composure, letting her long arms rest at her sides. "I wouldn't need to interfere if you'd just behave, your antics warrant constant discipline. I'm sure you are aware of the punishment for getting out of line, right Sluker?" She stared on in fearlessness at the renowned barbaric and strong general. "We all have our complaints and needs to be addressed by our king, but so long as he is absent; we will wait with obedience. All of us. Besides, you're already on thin ice for insubordination if I recall, so I wouldn't push it if I were you."

The Zombie scoffed. "When all this is over, when Herobrine brings eternal night as promised to the undead; I'll come for you old hag and there won't be no rules to save your ass."

"Your threats are meaningless, empty." She said softly as she glared down at him, her gaze, stature, and armored nails showing off her intimidating form.

The rotting general trudged back down the hall with a deep growl.

"Heh, I wish I had the power to run him off like you do Leere, we'd have more peace and quiet around here." Kankaal mused as he watched the Zombie walk away.

"He cannot tolerate anyone who he sees as a threat, he knows his place yet cannot stand it. He wants a promotion but is unworthy of it, so he cuts down those in his way. Despite becoming a higher-tier mob, he has no sense of honor nor even a sliver of compassion or remorse, not even for his own. His heart is as cold as it is dead, brute force without grace is his nature and his strength. The undead mobs are strange ones, yet even the Drowned and Husk have more composure and compliance."

"Husk and Drowned don't have as great of hunger as the typical Zombies."

"Strangely, neither does Sluker, his hunger is more of that of power than flesh. I fear what lengths he'll go to acquire it." Leere remarked.

Kankaal nodded. "He should be grateful he's a general. The disrespect of that one is intolerable, sometimes I wonder why lord Herobrine even keeps him around. He's always up for causing trouble and starting fights, his lieutenants and commanders are no better."

Leere turned her head to look at the skeleton. "That is a matter beyond our knowing, but let us worry not about him and keep focus on our duties. We are ever closer to a world for mobs, a realm without sunlight or rain; a realm without constant hiding. I'm looking forward to the future and what Herobrine will make of it, aren't you?" She asked with a friendlier tone.

The bony general folded his arms behind his back, his gaze returning to the forbidden door. "I suppose so, but I fear that it won't come as easy or as soon as we expect." His voice softened to a whisper. "There's always something in his way."

"Only truly great leaders can stand in the face of adversity and laugh at it. He's the type is he not?"

"That sounds like something he'd do but..." Kankaal paused, though Leere was assured of Herobrine's prowess and goals; she did not know him as much as he did. The immortal would only ever confide in him on rare occasions and would never open up to anyone else, that man was not respectable to anyone whom he did not deem worthy or on a close enough level as himself. No matter how much Kankaal devoted himself to his cause and servitude, proving himself loyal and trustworthy; nothing he did was ever enough to receive true respect and camaraderie. He at least had been trusted with some very important details about his master's problems and afflictions considering he was the first recruit for his age, kill count, and level. That and he found out some of these afflictions by accident and chose to keep it to himself.

Even so, Herobrine was an entity that kept to himself and would seldom associate with anyone over personal matters. Kankaal considered himself fortunate enough to know Herobrine as much as he did, which was way more than any of the other generals. "Never mind."

"I'm confident that Master Herobrine will not fail us no matter what besets him, he is the god of this world now after all." She gestures. "He is also very persistent and full of knowledge of how everything works, he is the reason why we have become more than what we were capable of a long time ago. We wouldn't be here or probably alive at this moment in time had he not given us the ability to progress from our old mob ways. I believe in him, and I will follow him to the ends of this realm and all others if I must." Leere stated with pride.

"I believe he'll get what he wants, he always does, it's just that he's got a few things holding him back is all."

The Endermen's curiosity was piqued, she gazed at him softly then looked to the door he was staring at. "Oh? What kind of things? Or is it something that you can't disclose? You are his most trusted, that feat of knowing more about him is quite an honor that no one else here has. I assume that you know what he has in that room as well?"

The Skeleton nodded. "That I do, I swore to never tell anyone under any circumstances and I've kept that secret for almost a hundred years now." He turned his head to the side and looked Leere's way. "As for what is holding him back? The most I can tell you is that it is himself, nothing more."

"Hmm, I had a feeling it was something like that, he's not a very social being, nor does he spend much time talking to mobs or us outside of his goals and plans. Though he did have a rather strange conversation with me a couple of days ago, it was one of the first that didn't involve the war efforts or anything of the sort. He told me a few things about the Endermen home dimension; the End, telling me things that even I, a mob well over three hundred years old didn't even know. He told me of the End's properties, limitations, physics, and even how a few changes in coding could completely alter it. It was quite a fascinating topic and it was nice to have some kind of interaction with him for once. I never knew that the void had a bottom to it, I figured that it was endless."

"He talked to you and recently?" Kankaal questioned, slightly surprised.

Leere nodded. "Indeed. I was on the balcony that overlooks the Netherwatses and he soon joined me, he was in quite a good mood; apparently, he just returned from the Overworld and seemed eager for the morrow to come. He only stuck around briefly but I've never seen him so relaxed, nor has he ever talked to me in such a manner. He seemed pleased."

"I'm assuming you haven't seen him since then? None of the other generals have heard from him as of late."

She swayed her head. "Unfortunately not, but he seemed to be elated over something. I presume that he has found something that amuses him in the Overworld, it is rumored that he's been spending a lot of time up there lately."

Kankaal shook his head and his posture slackened. "Of course, that human..."

"Human? What do you mean? Is the miner the reason he has yet to return?"

"No. It's nothing important. I imagine that Master will be back soon." The Skeleton general said while looking away in frustration.

"I do hope so, I wish to assist in making his dream for the Overworld a reality. It would be nice to see him elated again and creating the mob kingdom."

"Yeah, just... don't expect it to come too quickly." He replied with a hint of doubt.

Leere nodded. "We'll take as much time as needed if we all do our part, let's help master attain his goal; there is none who can stop him and I firmly believe it. See you soon, comrade." Leere tipped her head and teleported away, leaving tiny fading particles of violet dust in her wake.

"None who can stop him eh? You don't him like I do." Kankaal huffed to himself and shook his head. "I would like to believe that nothing can hinder our king, but sometimes it is himself that brings him to his knees."