#i mean its purple come on

Grian glided smoothly through the air, scanning the landscape for the perfect place to build his megabase.  A mountain surrounded by a forest caught his eye, and he felt inexplicable drawn.  A grin spread across his face.  He alighted on the clifftop.  It was

perfect.

Grian surveyed the area.  He’d have to do some terraforming, definitely.  He could have Dwayne, the rock, over there.  Grian prodded the ground with his foot.  Stable.  This would make a great place for his bridge!  First, he had to excavate underground.  He would definitely have to be careful not to upset the stability though. It felt

right,

somehow.  Even with Grian’s beacon, it was taking a while.  Deepslate was hard to mine.  Luckily, he’d felt very

energetic

the entire time.  Grian must’ve been pretty excited for his megabase.  His pick dug into a rock and a crack spread from the bottom of the cave wall to the top.

Power

rushed through his veins as he pulled his pickaxe out of the wall and stumbled back in horror.  Purple light shone from the crack he made.  A low rumble sounded out as the crack spread out, lines nearly branching across the entire cave wall.  Chunks fell and cracked against the floor, revealing the rift.

Grian had been fine living near and studying The Entity.  It was magical, odd, and fascinating.  It was something he’d never seen before.  Grian was fine with The Entity, it was another magical object in a world filled with magic.  But the power he felt radiating from the rift in front of him?  The

power

was

hauntingly

familiar.