Listen, I'm sorry.
I know I could've just left everybody to be in pain in the Nether-Overworld fusion, but I had too many ideas. I don't know when to stop. But I just HAD to make this, I had a ton of ideas. Spoiler alert: It only gets worse from hereon out.
(Smiles evilly)
By the way, if you are new to my (weird) story, then DON'T READ THIS. Go read Soul of the Nether. GO!
Have you ever seen a god? A picture of a god? Now imagine that god with a crease between his eyebrows. Constantly struggling not to cry. Imagine him after almost everything had been stripped away from him.
That was how he was now. Forced on some kind of search for an oracle or something. Nobody knew exactly what he was searching for, including him. But whatever it was, he needed to find it, fast.
For everyone's good.
Because if he didn't…
Things would say as they were.
And as he thought about that, a tear escaped his eye.
