Chapter 11 Slimes vs. Magma Cubes (Papart POV)
Turns out that I wasn't the best commander to ever live. Most of my bats and squids were dead, but most of my slimes were still alive. As we continued on, we saw in the distance a huge wall of lava. It looked as though it might surround something. As we got closer to the wall, the ground shook beneath our feet, and magma cubes blasted out of it. Hundreds of them, of all sizes.
My slimes bounced forward, and began battle with their opposites. The battle was intense. At least, as intense as it could be for a bunch of mobs bouncing around on each other. At first, it looked like the magma cubes were winning, but then the largest slime split into the smallest size, and we now had a huge gain in amount. The tiny slimes swarmed the magma cubes, and soon they were defeated.
As we got a few blocks away from the wall, the heat was overwhelming. I pulled out what cobble I had left, and made a doorway through the wall, and walked through. I immediately noticed something floating in the air. It was a large platform made of obsidian, and its shape reminded me of battle training arenas back at the village.
Then, I was grabbed by something behind me, and was splashed with a blindness potion. I couldn't seem but I struggled. It was no use. My captor was too strong. I gave in and let him drag me. It went on for a bit until I came to a stop, and milk was shoved down my throat. The blindness immediately went away, and I could see that I was on top of a building, with a wither skeleton guarding over me.
"On top of the platform, as you can now see, is your friend Steve," the wither skeleton told me. "I'm going to have you sit here, and watch him die."
"NOOOO!" I shouted. "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" The wither skeleton shot back. "After all, the only threat left is Steve, Tom, the scientist, Jameson, Alicia, and their mob armies. You see, everyone else in the mob kingdoms isn't worthy to fight. That's why they weren't chosen to be in the battle. We can easily make them our slaves once the armies and you six are defeated. Then again, if we take down Steve, none of you stand a chance. That's right. You, Tom, the scientist, all of them are worthless, they only pose a minor threat."
"That's not true and you know it," I spat.
"Then just say that again when Steve is knocked off of that arena and falls to his death," the wither skeleton threatened. "We'll see who wins then."
All I could do now was sit back and watch them prepare for battle. Finally, I could make out them saying, "Ready, set, go."