"Something is very wrong here," I say to Ender and White, then I urge my horse into a gallop as a gray haze covers the shining face of the sun, casting a gloomy pall over all of Minecraft.
((I have inhabited the body of Charybdis, the king of the blazes))
I float high up into the air, then settle onto the top of the tallest spruce tree in the forest. My blazes are throwing their white-hot balls of fire at the trees, severing them at their bases, causing them to tumble to the ground. Once they were down, more blazes fired upon the fallen giants, until they were completely engulfed in flames.
With a feeling of joy in my smoldering heart, I form a fireball before me and send it streaking toward a nearby tree. The flaming ball cuts the tree in half. The top part topples to the ground with a crash, while the bottom ignites like a massive candle. I gather more of my internal fire and attack the fallen pieve. As the glowing spheres of death hit the ground around the tree, they instantly burn away any vegetation and boil off the thin layer of snow that covered this cold taiga biome. The ground begins to radiate with a soft orange light as the soil melts into a glassy mess. Continuing my fiery attack, I liquify more of the soil until the ground glows as if it were in the Nether.
A mechanical wheezing sound fills the air behind me. Turning, I see my sparkling reddish-orange portal grow bright as more of my warriors pass through from the Nether. They arrive into the Overworld like a victorious army, but their internal flames grow momentarily dim due to the cold temperature of the forest. Spinning their blaze rods faster, the fiery monsters increased their temperature, allowing their internal flames to grow bright and dangerous again. Some of the monsters huddled near already burning trees for warmth.
"Get to work!" I shout. "This biome must be destroyed as soon as possible. There is no one here to stop us, so let your fireballs rain down upon this land. Burn all the trees, then burn the land itself."
The blazes' internal flames blossomed to a bright yellow as they gaze up at me. I give them a nod and then throw a fireball at a distant tree. The tall spruce explodes in a shower of sparks that fly high into the air like the shimmering lights from fireworks, igniting the trees around it. The blazes wheeze in amazement, then send their own balls of flame into the forest.
Clouds of smoke billow into the air, choking out the sun that had been approaching the horizon and covering the area with a gray haze. Below, the forest was filled with acrid smoke, making it hard for me to see my warriors. The blazes now appear as glowing specters through the dark cloud, their orange glowing bodies creating bright spheres of flickering light.
"These hotter fireballs are fantastic," one of my blaze commanders says to me.
"They are a gift from my father, Herobrine," I reply.
"I love them," wheezes the commander.
"Excellent," I reply. "As my blazes feed on the infected lava in the great ocean, their fires will burn brighter. Soon, with our intense fireballs, we will transform the surface of the Overworld into glass. And then we will crush the glass so that it becomes netherrack. It will be a joyous sight when all of this disgusting green is erased and replaced with a nice, rusty red."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the blaze replies. "But when will we---"
Suddenly, we were interrupted by a mechanical-sounding scream that pierced the air, followed by a mechanical clanking. Something was attacking one of the blazes. Instantly, I sped through the air to investigate, my blaze rods spinning in a blur. With the thick smoke, I couldn't see any attacking warriors, but the sound of the suffering blaze was like a beacon that guided him through the inferno.
Suddenly, we were interrupted by a mechanical-sounding scream that pierced the air, followed by a mechanical clanking. Something was attacking one of the blazes. Instantly, I sped through the air to investigate, my blaze rods spinning in a blur. With the thick smoke, I couldn't see any attacking warriors, but the sound of the suffering blaze was like a beacon that guided him through the inferno.
A flash of orange light flared bright off to my left and then disappeared; one of my warriors was being attacked. Gathering my internal flame, I formed a super-hot fireball as I moved toward the dying blaze. But I was too late. All that was left was a collection of blaze rods lying on the ground.
Glancing around, I searched for the attackers...but saw none.
"What happened to our brother?" the blaze commander asks.
"I don't know," I reply. "Spread out and look around."
The commander moves off to the right while I move to the left. We peer through the thick smoke, searching for the assailant, but before we got far, we heard another blaze yell out in surprise and pain. I rushed toward the sound. With my fireball glowing a harsh white, I whooshed through the smoke, ready for action. Metallic clanking sounds grew louder as I closed in on the battle.