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The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls as Steve approaches the throne room, his armor clanking softly with each determined step.
On his way through the antechamber, he sees a tomb, opening it for some reason he finds a withered corpse and a withered dog corpse.
Maybe it was a wolf, too old to tell, yoinking the withered skull he gains another one. Continuing with his collection spree he found out "Herobrine" was rich as hell.
Gold blocks, Diamond blocks, Iron blocks, and more loot just sitting in this castle honestly if he didn't have to fight him, he would've stayed just to get some resources. Nevertheless, the urgency of his survival outclasses his greed.
Now done with robbing an ancient fossil Steve approaches the throne room. His hand trembles slightly as he pushes open the massive, ornate doors, revealing a cavernous hall bathed in an unsettling dark glow from above.
'Wait, are those blocks Netherite? How rich is this bastard?!' Steve thought about the wealth between him and Him. The air within the throne room was heavy with an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint, rhythmic pulse of an unknown energy radiating from the elevated dais where "Herobrine" sat.
His glowing white eyes, devoid of pupils, pierced through the gloom and terror, fixing on Steve's visage. In the next moment Steve couldn't even react to what was happening before a punch to his chest landed.
Steve was sent flying by "Herobrine" without a word or nothing he was slammed into the wall, causing a crater around his impact point. Surprisingly though, he only lost 4 hearts considering the sheer force of the blow.
Opening his inventory, he noticed he had an effect active, "Chosen One", 'What the fuck? I'm a goddamn shonen protagonist now baby!' The newfound revelation revigorated Steve, jumping out of his crater and landing on his feet from a fall of ten blocks without taking any damage. He grinned, a wild, almost feral expression, as he drew his diamond sword, its polished surface reflecting the visage of Herobrine.
Charging at him he attempts to slice him in half, Herobrine responded by simply dodging it by ducking under. Then responding with a kick that connected solidly with Steve's chin, sending him stumbling backwards.
Two hearts disappeared from his health bar again, but it seemed as if he had regeneration active. His hp began to heal all the way back to full, charging again at Herobrine this time with a plan.
Feinting a low strike, Steve swiftly redirected his momentum, aiming for a high, arcing blow intended to catch Herobrine off guard. However, the difference between a man that had less than a week of experience vs a Demigod with centuries of it, it wasn't a fair fight.
Herobrine effortlessly parried the blow with a casually swing of his sword, something that seemly appeared out of nowhere, 'He must also have an inventory like me, maybe he even has...' Before Steve could finish that thought he had to dodge a stone great sword to the head.
Blocking another strike with his shield, Steve retaliated with a barrage of stabs and slicing, Herobrine didn't even bother to block them. Just dodging them with shear solid ease, seemly bored of Steve's measly attempt at combat.
The air crackled with an unstated tension as Herobrine, with an almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, unleashed a sudden burst of lightning in Steve's direction. Steve, with reflexes honed by his encounters, and maybe with the status effect help, dodged it.
Herobrine now floating in the air teleports back towards his throne. And with a casual head nod a horde of undead appeared from underground, rotten flesh and skeletal remains clawing their way out of the black stone, desperately trying to reach Steve.
Steve grimaced at the face of the horde, recognizing the sheer numerical disadvantage against himself decides to pull out his trump card. Like a certain black haired Japanese boy, he begins to place four soul sand in a T-pose formation, then placing down the three wither skulls he has...
A walking, undead disaster has formed, the Wither's ghastly heads turned to the horde, Herobrine even looks... Proud? He looks at Steve with a smile and begins to clap, "Well done, little one." The Wither, a creature of pure destruction, let out a guttural roar, its corrupted energy pulsing, radiating an aura of pure death.
The charge up for the Wither was over in a cataclysmic explosion the Wither begins to tear through the horde with explosive skulls, disintegrating mobs, its charge sending them flying and the sheer force tearing them apart.
Even Herobrine, momentarily stunned by the spectacle, paused his clapping, his smile unwavering as he observed the chaos unfold. Then, he did something unexpected he extended his hand towards the Wither, and from his palm, a dark tendril appeared, that tendril slowly went out of his hand.
Once it fully got out Steve felt as if his blood was running ice cold the tendril then started to morph into a villager. "HEY! What the hell are you doing?!" Steve roared, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and outrage as the newly formed villager, now a puppet of Herobrine's dark magic, began to glow with an ominous purple light.
The ethereal radiance intensified, rapidly turning the villager into a monster, Steve could barely bare hearing the screams of the poor soul. Realizing his has no ranged weapon Steve looks at his surroundings, the Wither still destroying Herobrine's castle, loot scattered everywhere and then string on the floor next to him.
Crafting his gathered materials into a bow he picked up some of the arrows the skeletons dropped, deciding to take action and end the villager's suffering an arrow arc through the air and through its head. The creature, not even a villager anymore doesn't even react, this thing is seemly long dead.
The creature began to shake, convulse, and with a final, horrific shriek that grated against Steve's very soul, it transformed into a giant horrific spider. (Marcus Yu goes BBRRRRR! Check his shit out right now, I don't care if you hate this story check that movie out it's peak.)
Its two pale white eyes glared at Steve, as if his very being is disdainful towards it, the arachnid monstrosity lunged forward, its eight withered legs scrambling across the obsidian floor with unsettling speed, a sound reminiscent of a thousand chitinous claws scraping against stone rung out.
The creature's grotesque fangs dripped with a viscous, dark ichor, while segmented, hairy pedipalps twitched menacingly, anticipating a swift, venomous strike. Steve felt like his mind was breaking just staring at the tormented creature, this abomination against the natural order of life and death, just to be broken by Herobrine.
With a surge of adrenaline, he quickly notched an arrow, the finely crafted wood feeling almost alien in his trembling hands, and aimed for the spider's glowing eyes, the only apparent weakness in its horrifying visage.
The arrow flying true found a place in the creatures left eye, eliciting a guttural shriek that echoed through the cavernous hall. Its remaining eye, now burning with intensified malice, focused solely on Steve as it continued its relentless charge, undeterred by the grievous wound. Simultaneously, the Wither, having decimated the initial wave of undead, turned its destructive gaze towards the newly manifested monstrosity.
The chaotic battlefield now just got worse, Steve ducking out of the way from the Thing's charge dodges a stab from one of its appendages. The Wither unleashed a barrage of explosive skulls, impacting the spider with concussive force, which only seemed to enrage the creature further, causing it to thrash wildly and indiscriminately.
However, Steve couldn't relax and watch a mini kaiju fight, Herobrine was walking towards him, his once unwavering smile replaced with a cold, analytical expression that sent shivers down Steve's spine. "Let's try this out." And with those few words uttered by Herobrine for all to hear Steve finds himself facing off against another calamity.
Herobrine begins to raise his right hand, and his great sword appears once more, however that's not all that just changed before Steve's eyes. The air around him shimmered, distorting the familiar cavern as he found himself back in the Nether.
The familiar crimson hue of the forest comes into view but something's off, where is Herobrine? Steve got that answer when a great sword crashed into his diamond armor, sending shards of precious diamond flying and Steve himself. The force of the blow propelled him across the jagged, crimson-stained landscape, a searing pain erupting through his ribs as he collided with a grotesque, gnarled fungal growth.
Struggling to regain his footing Steve doesn't come up with a plan, an idea to combat Herobrine, just finish him already. Pulling out ender pearls and running at Herobrine he attempts to slash him once more, him dodging it just as Steve expected, throwing the ender pearls strategically he manages to grab Herobrine and starts tossing him around.
Due to the effects of having the "Chosen One" effect active Steve's strength, speed, agility, durability, endurance, and intelligence have risen dramatically, allowing him to contend with Herobrine's supernatural prowess on a more even footing, albeit still at a disadvantage.
With this enhanced state Steve began to execute a series of maneuvers all meant to disorient and pummel Herobrine into eventual powder. He unleashed a flurry of enhanced strikes, each imbued with a primal ferocity that belied his normal demeanor, aiming to exploit any momentary lapse in Herobrine's seemingly bullshit, impenetrable defense
Teleporting due to the ender pearls he swiftly begins to perform a barrage of strikes, something even Herobrine found impressive. The rapid succession of blows ended just like how it started, fast, Herobrine grabbed Steve's wrist and began to slam him through the trees.
The sheer force of Herobrine's counterattack sent splinters of crimson wood flying, each impact reverberating through Steve's bones with excruciating intensity.
Despite the sickening pain Steve managed to stand up once more, with only four hearts remaining and a rapidly depleting hunger bar, yet his resolve remained unbroken as he glared defiantly at his fossil of an adversary. Herobrine, with a sardonic grin, merely conjured another colossal sword, its blade humming with dark energy.
The effect of "Chosen One" was running out, Steve had but seconds to do something.
Against this threat Steve has one final exchange left in him, "Herobrine, if that's what you are. Let's end this with a blast huh?" Almost asking Herobrine for this final exchange he gets an answer through Herobrine's grin. The enigmatic entity nodded slowly, a silent acknowledgment of the end of the battle.
Seemly wanting it to be dramatic Herobrine transports both of them to The End, its desolate, void-like landscape serving as a fitting final arena for their confrontation.
The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension hanging heavy in the void as both combatants prepared for one final clash.
Steve began to charge with his shining diamond blade raised high, ready to deliver a definitive strike against his ancient foe, while Herobrine mirrored his stance, his colossal sword radiating an ominous, purple glow-much unlike Steve's own glint on his blade. As they converged in a blur of motion, their weapons met with a deafening clang that reverberated through the barren dimension, sending shockwaves across the obsidian pillars.
Unfortunately, Steve was not the victor of this clash. Steve's body lay broken and scattered across the end stone, almost like a grim testament to Herobrine's power. His blade still in his hands.
In Steve's final moments he looks at Herobrine, with an expression that he could read as... Sad? 'Why would he be...' Before he could even ponder the thought of it Steve succumbed to the darkness, going somewhere else.
{Name: Steve
Age: 28
Status: Deceased}
An end fit for a failed hero who never really could overcome the darkness in his heart.
However, this is not the end of journey, far from it, for nothing built can last forever, and that even includes us.