It was the last battle, We were the last colony, and in the middle of the battle that would bring civilization to an end. Me and Twenty other survivors were surrounded praying we would live. Then all of a sudden there was a glow in the ground and a fountain of lava exploded covering half the mobs in molten rock. The one of the mobs still boiling and red from the heat began to transform. Some of the lava on his chest turned into a substance stronger than bedrock. Then all over his body parts of the lava would freeze. in less than a minute the figure was growing a gas mask out of the lava and then lava seeped trough and the savior saw the world for the first time. As he walked the ground started to crack he walked through crowds and crowds of mobs not even getting a scratch, all the mobs that touched him burst out in flames. The n with a massive blow of energy all the mobs were destroyed. Finally he sent a blue light into the sky and it blasted out the dark in which the people had lived in for so long. The apocalypse was over and the savior melted back into lava which turned to obsidian and out of this obsidian we formed our altar this alter would bring everlasting peace.

It was one year later a miner was digging and suddenly he uncovered a piece of obsidian, and oddly enough it was another alter of peace. The miner than knew the truth the peace would not last. Then he wondered when will the apocalypse start again. The the obsidian cracked and out came another savior it flashed and the miner was never seen again...