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A wooden beam falls over onto the ruined ground, making a loud thud. Tango jumps and inhales sharply, immediately regretting it when ash fills his lungs. He hacks and coughs, nearly doubling over. A moment later he recovers from his coughing and fit and keeps moving, carefully stepping over the beam.
Tango holds back tears from behind his goggles as he looks around the barren landscape. It's covered in dead bushes and fallen rocks from his friends' builds, every path covered entirely by fire, lava, magma blocks, and more. Tango lets out a little sob, but quickly catches himself as he sees some movement in the corner of his eyes. He freezes up, not moving an inch, but it's not enough.
"SNORRRRT!" shouts the Piglin angrily, and it raises a golden axe, a trademark of the species. Tango breaks into a run, sprinting away from the creature. More Piglins join the first, some riding Hoglins, their ugly faces wearing an angered expression. The group continuously doubles in size as they slowly chase Tango into an alleyway.
Tango keeps moving for as long as possible, but soon he hits a dead end. He spins around, bright red eyes illuminating the cold stone walls. The Piglins slowly creep closer, and closer, and closer, until they're a few blocks away. One gets up in Tango's face, raising it's axe. Tango shuts his eyes, ready to meet his unfortunate end the same way as the others have, when a smooth, wet surface appears behind him.
The portal is sky blue and lavender, the colors swirling around each other. Before Tango can even shout in surprise, it sucks him in, dragging him away from his land.
His home.
His Hermitcraft.