The battle was still fresh in Hog's mind - The Piglins were chasing the intruder and his herd was chasing the Piglins! The intruder tried to escape through a strange purple door, but we could all still smell his fear and it drew us to him like fresh crimson fungi! On the other side of the door the intruder had stopped on top of a hill, facing them, and a wry smile had crossed his face. Blinding flashes erupted from above and a deafening sound filled their ears, the intruder had raised a long, forked weapon over his head and it seemed to pulse with the roaring light. The Piglins held their ground and notched their wicked hog-killers but his herd had stopped charging, demoralized by their new surroundings. Eyes fixed on his enemy Hog gnashed his tusks and launched himself at the intruder, letting out a mighty roar of his own as he rocketed past the Piglins. Arrows had whistled by Hog's ears just as the intruder releases his weapon and Hog had closed his eyes and lowered his head, preparing to toss that fiend up into the roaring light. The pulsing fork caught him in the shoulders and even with his eyes closed tight Hog saw one last brilliant flash before everything went dark.

When Hog had opened his eyes again he was alone, there were bodies everywhere but none smelt alive. As Hog picked himself off the black, scorched ground he was shocked to discover that he was only standing on two feet! When he lifted his head to sniff the air there was a steady bright light hanging over him, warm on the skin but burning to the eyes. He raised a hand to shield his face and was startled again to see thick, strong fingers in the place of his front hooves! His mind was reeling as he tried to take stock of his new situation, but then he heard a familiar grunt as the last of his heard came from the other side of the hill. They were lost and bewildered in this new land, and even though he had changed they still recognized him as one of their own. Hog picked through the remains of the Piglins for armor and weapons before he herded his friends back through the portal to their home, notching an arrow as he crossed the threshold. His herd would need protection if they were going to grow and prosper again, he thought, and Piglins may think twice if the arrows are pointed at them.