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It wasn't supposed to be like this, Wemmbu thought because of what happened before the war they are more than just rivals now, that Flame will finally look at him as someone other than his rival.
Looking up the starry night with a sorrowful gaze. He look so beaten up, long purple hair all messed up, random fresh cuts and bruises around his skin, blood sticking on his clothes and only a netherite chest plate on.
"You looked like you've seen better days"
A familiar mocking voice resounded across the deserted chaos of earlier's battle. Wemmbu, who was about to dump the mace from his enemy's body, froze immediately tucking the weapon in his inventory.
He turned and saw the caracal hybrid, LetuceK, leader of the current ruling faction in the Unstable.
"Look, either you come with me, or you die"
The caracal offered with a calm and steady voice. Although Lettuce is alone, Wemmbu did not have the resources to fight right in this moment.
With no spare set of armor in his ender chest, no potions left, no golden apples, and no durability left in his main mace, Wemmbu has no other choice.
Now bare of any armor or weapon, all he could do is follow the Law leader to the prison. His mind focused on one person, Flame. Wemmbu love Flamefrags, he realized it back after he defeated the immortal demon.
Who wouldn't? The blaze demon is a very skilled fighter, very tall, and of course handsome. Despite his unlikable personality, Wemmbu can't help but find him funny and attractive.
Wemmbu glanced down his abdomen as he gently touched his stomach. As an ender dragon hybrid, he can feel a faint presence of life forming inside him. But he couldn't find the strength or courage to ever tell the blaze demon.
Ember joined the game
Inside a certain base in a mesa biome, the quiet tension permeated the air around the storage room.
As Flame sorted out his remaining resources, he couldn't help but think of the expression Wemmbu wore before he left.
The ender demon smiled solemnly as if he accepted something heartbreaking. He clearly won their battle, he took back his title, yet he couldn't help but feel as if he was the one who lost something.
A gnawing feeling crept inside him, slowly eating his mind away. Before the war, before the rematch, something happened between them.
It was so unexpected and neither of them planned it to happen. Don't get him wrong, he didn't regret what happened, quite the opposite really. Flame wished that it wouldn't stop.
Still, the blaze demon feels something ominous. As if his mind is telling him that something bad is going to happen. And his gut feeling had never been wrong before. Flame didn't like this feeling.
A knock broke Flame from his deep thought. He cautiously approach the door equipped with his spare diamond armor and trusted weapon, Fragger.
He twisted the handle and slightly opened the door to peek at who was outside his doorsteps. he only let his guard down when he finally recognize who was the person outside.
"Lomedy?"