A haunting chorus echo's through the brimstone valley over the boiling lakes. a song of grand sorrow, a haunting melody of a once strong empire from elsewhere crumbling to ruins from the inside.

Eritranus marches onwards. His spine chilled from the haunting song, but a writhing feeling of adventure carry's him onwards through the cursed valley.



A tall, almost monolithic structure stands halfway in the lava river. the ancient bricks not tarnished by time. This is where the last remains of the Whither's Desolation ends.



Eritranus quells the shaking in his golden boots as he snorted out to Valentra and Mocharis "We are here."



Valentra, in all of her youthful inexperience stairs at what very well could be her doom with a look of wanderlust, no fear in her face. Not that Eritranus cared all that much for the danger she is about to put herself in, she already paid him the gold.



Mocharis carried an expression that Eritranus felt strangely apathetic towards. Like he is dragging himself to his grave just to keep some girl he likes the presence of to not outright kill herself in the lava below.



Eritranus turned around to face the two. "watch where you step. This is cursed ground. These people cling to their treasures of their homeworld, because its all they have left. Its too unfortunate for them that their homeworld was rich in silver and gold." he snorts and hands the pair a few fireworks.

"shoot these when you are prepared to leave. do it off the fortress, please. I don't want the living dead to crusade the rest of the nether because two dummies' blew their home sky high. oh, and let Herobrine guide your axe. Because, by notch will you need him to."