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After resting briefly in the damp underground space he had dug just above the stronghold, Ethan steeled himself for what was to come. He'd fortified his armor, gathered supplies, and rechecked every tool at his disposal. Now, it was time to venture into the stronghold itself, to find and activate the End Portal.

Carefully, Ethan started digging through the final layers of stone that separated him from the stronghold. Each swing of his pickaxe sent echoes through the stone, the sound of his efforts swallowed by the silence of the underground. When his pickaxe finally struck the smooth stone bricks of the stronghold, he felt a surge of excitement. This was it, the last stop before the End.

Ethan lowered himself into the stronghold's corridor, stepping cautiously onto the cold, gray bricks. Shadows clung to the walls, their twisted shapes seeming to move with each flicker of his torch. The silence was thick, almost suffocating, as if the stronghold itself wanted to keep intruders away.

He moved forward, navigating through the eerie labyrinth of empty rooms and winding hallways. Every step seemed to echo, amplifying the isolation of this underground structure. But he pressed on, his focus unwavering. After what felt like an eternity of twists and turns, he finally reached the End Portal room.

In the center of the room, the portal frame lay embedded in the floor, a series of empty sockets waiting to be filled.

His hand trembled as he placed the Ender eye into the portal frame. For a moment, the room was silent, almost as if the entire world held its breath. Then, with a hum that grew into a roar, the portal flared to life, casting a bright, otherworldly light over the room.

Ethan braced himself and stepped forward. As he entered, the portal's vibrant colors suddenly shifted to a deep, unsettling shade of blue, but he was already jump into the portal to notice. The darkness wrapped around him, and he felt himself tumbling, weightless, through the void.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't where he had expected to be.

He stood alone in a shadowy room, a thick, dark fog swirling around him. This wasn't the End he remembered, it felt too silent, unknown place, as if the darkness itself had weight. Cautiously, he drew his sword, each step echoing in the room.

Then, from across the room, a figure materialized. Cloaked in darkness, the figure was barely more than a silhouette, save for two cold, gleaming eyes that seemed to pierce right through Ethan.

"Who are you?" Ethan called, his voice echoing in the void.

The figure's gaze narrowed, and it took a step forward, revealing itself as a man draped in dark robes. " Dont remember me? maybe you will rember if i say Uyou?"

Ethan felt his heart drop. This was the man behind the horrors he'd been facing. "you his master right?"

The man gave a dry laugh. "Does it matter? I don't know how you arrived here, but it saves me the trouble of coming after you."

Before the man could respond, but Ethan was quicker. He swung his sword, aiming for a clean hit, only for his sword to clash against another, sparking on impact. A skeletal figure had stepped in front of him, a mutant, armored with netherite, a skeleton wielding a blazing sword.

Ethan's eyes widened. This wasn't an ordinary skeleton, it was a wither skeleton, but unlike any he'd ever seen. Its bones were as black as coal, veins of molten red running along them. It wore netherite armor, almost mirroring Ethan's own enchanted gear, and it seemed to radiate an unnatural heat.

"Meet my latest creation," the man sneered. "Thanks to the Piglin King, it's nearly perfected." then the man walk away from the room.

Ethan tightened his grip, locking eyes with the monstrous figure before him.While he dont want to escape he also dont hvae capcity to ignore mutant infront of him. This wasn't going to be a simple fight.

The wither skeleton moved first, swinging its burning sword with terrifying speed and power. Ethan barely managed to block the blow, the impact sending a jolt through his arms. Sparks flew, and the air around them grew thick with heat as they clashed.

Every time Ethan struck, the wither skeleton countered, its movements almost human like, its not as rigid as normal wither skeleton.

Ethan gritted his teeth, channeling all his strength into every strike. Yet the creature before him seemed to anticipate his moves, each parry growing more intense. Each clash of their blades sent fiery arcs into the air, illuminating the dark room in bursts of blazing light.

"You're… stronger than I expected," Ethan panted, struggling to keep up.

The creature didn't respond, only twisted its blade, forcing Ethan back. For a moment, he felt the heat from the burning sword close to his armor, the intense blaze searing the air. The creature was relentless, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

As the fight dragged on, the creature shifted its stance, and something strange happened. Ethan watched in horror as the wither skeleton's form started to change. Muscles appeared over its once skeletal frame, shrouding its bones in dark, sinewy flesh. It was evolving before his eyes, becoming stronger, more formidable. Ethan felt his heart race.

"What… are you?" he murmured, feeling a chill run down his spine.

But the creature didn't answer. Instead, it lunged at him again, faster than before, swinging its blade in wide arcs that forced Ethan to dodge and block with every ounce of strength he had left. The fight continued.

As the battle wore on, Ethan felt his strength weakening. Each hit he blocked took more out of him, each dodge left him a little slower. But he couldn't give up now, eithwr he died here on live. Just as he was preparing to launch another attack, a voice echoed from the other end of the room.

"Well, well… it seems you're better than I thought."

Ethan glanced up, and his heart sank. The man in black had reappeared, but he wasn't alone. Flanking him were two more figures, a massive skeleton with arms covered in what looked like explosive barrels and a flaming phantom that hovered above, its wings casting eerie shadows across the walls.

Ethan clenched his teeth, tightening his grip on his sword. "Fuck"

"Kill him," the man commanded, a cruel smile on his face. The explosive skeleton snarled, raising an arm as it aimed directly at Ethan. The fiery phantom hissed, swooping down with trails of flame trailing from its wings.

Ethan braced himself as the mutants attacked in unison, each one bringing its own brand of chaos. The explosive skeleton launched projectiles that shattered the floor around him, while the fiery phantom circled, sending waves of heat that threatened to sap his remaining strength. Meanwhile, the mutated wither skeleton took advantage of the chaos, launching relentless attacks from every angle.

The room was a furnace of flames, explosions, and chaos. Ethan's vision blurred from the heat, sweat soaking his armor as he fought to stay on his feet. He couldn't keep this up much longer.

But Ethan refused to back down.

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"its seem he cant hold on anymore" said Herobrine as he turn his head toward the blurry figure while flying above the secret base

"calm down, just wait... maybe.. just maybe he will survive" then blurry figure keep watching Ethan

Herobrine shock his head " as i said nobody can escape fate" then herobrine vanish form the sky

the sky start to raining

"ofcourse nobody will, especially when godlike creature like you helping the fate doing it job, oh world when will you free us" muttured the figure as he sigh

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Hi author here, i think my head slowly run out of idea :)