It was cold, the rough winds seeming to rock a few of the uneasy shops. Mumbo trudged through the shopping district, holding himself as he lightly shook. Although he wore a black suit, it didn't seem to put up against the harsh winds. Mumbo shivered in his dress shoes, slightly talking to himself. It calmed the mustached hermit down, as he tried his very hardest to reassure himself.

"It's just a bit windy, Mumbo. Nothing much..." He said to himself, rubbing his hands together and letting a puff of cold air out of his mouth. Mumbo walked across the mushroom island, the moon and stars above him offering very little aid to the Redstoner's poor eyesight. The winds started to pick up, as dark storm clouds covered his one source of light. Mumbo looked up at the sky, watching as tiny raindrops fell onto his face, rolling down his cheek and dropping down his chin. At first, the cool water shocked the tired hermit awake.

It was late at night, and Mumbo was confused on why he was up. He could have been sound asleep at his base, but the Redstoner's mind was flooded with ideas. Mumbo wasn't sure what time it was, all he knew was that it was early, no hermit even close to waking up.

A crack of lightning caused Mumbo to jump up in surprise, as the rain began to tumble from the sky. It was coming down much harder than before, the normally relaxing rainfall now bothersome and painful. Mumbo dashed for the closest building, ripping his suit coat off his body and raising it over his head, preventing the rain from crashing against the Redstoner's jet black hair. He ran through the rain puddles, the water splashing against Mumbo's suit. His normally nice pants and dress shoes were now covered in mud and mycelium. Tango's rocket shop was closest to Mumbo, but it was still a distance away. When the Mustached hermit arrived in the building, he was drenched in water and Mycelium.

Mumbo let out a sigh of relief, dropping his suitcoat onto the glass flooring. Mumbo ruffled his jet black hair, shaking the excess water onto the floor. When he was done, the exhausted redstoner slumped down against one of the chests, the wooden storage device creaking against his weight. Mumbo shut his eyes, the rain and thunder in the distance calming his nerves. It seemed so relaxing, sitting on the warm glass floor. He could feel the gusts of wind, which seemed to flood through the open door of the rocket shop.

His eyelids seemed to flutter, as the darkness outside seemed to soak into the shop, flooding in like a tidal wave. It was relaxing Mumbo, making his shoulders slightly slump, as the Redstoner let out a light yawn. The air became heavy, almost like you could choke on it. Thunder cracked across the sky once more, causing Mumbo to jump, holding his chest. His heart was aflutter, the mustached hermit barely able to catch his breath.

When he was sure that he could relax, Mumbo sank back onto the glass floor, sliding from the chest onto the glass floor. His back rested on the glass, which warmed his entire body. Under the glass, rested magma blocks, which helped Mumbo calm his nerves even more.

"Why does something feel off...?" The Redstoner questioned, looking up at the roof of the shop. It was so quiet, the sound of faint rain and his own thoughts being the only thing that Mumbo could hear. It was probably early in the morning, maybe around 2 am. Mumbo didn't know why he was up this early, he thought it was much later than it actually was. It wasn't horrible, he'd never seen hermitcraft this...quiet.

The inky black sky seemed to clear up, moonlight shining over the puddles, and leaking into the rocket shop. The moonlight slowly crept towards the Redstoner, before it covered his body. Mumbo covered his eyes, rolling onto his side to prevent the moonlight from waking him up. The warm glass felt much more...comfortable, than his normal wool bed. Heat just seemed to radiate off of the glass, enough so that Mumbo pressed his cheek against the glass, his entire body warming up and relaxing as he did so.

Although the feeling of dreadfulness wouldn't leave the pit of his stomach, Mumbo still relaxed his aching body. He shut his eyes, his entire body flooding with warmth. The Redstoner swore he could hear footsteps behind him, but his body wouldn't move on command. He didn't fight, sinking deeper and deeper into the fog of his mind, before Mumbo eventually fell asleep, forgetting all about the dreadful feeling, and the footsteps that seemed to grow closer.

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Running.
That's the only thing that HelsKnight could focus on.
He couldn't ignore the burning pain in his legs, but he needed to. He had to make sure he escaped. He didn't want to go back to the nether-like realm that he had been trapped in. All he wanted was to make sure that this server gets burned to the ground.

Hels jumped through a nether portal, landing in a rainstorm. He shook in the rainfall, not used to the cold winds. Hels glanced around the mycelium covered island, all sorts of buildings ahead of him. There was a spot where a few hermits head's were sitting in front of colored concrete powder. He took a few steps forward, looking at the dreadful island. Hels hated everything about this place, including the rain that wouldn't stop pounding against his dark helmet.

"Why hello, Welsknight."

A sort of dagger was being pressed against his neck, slightly stabbing into his skin. Hels let out a light chuckle, causing the person behind him to growl at the knight's laughter. Hels ducked down, escaping the tip of the dagger. He whipped around, kicking the figure off his feet. They slammed against the mycelium ground, mud splashing onto Hels's armor. Hels grabbed the dagger that the figure dropped, pointing it at the figure and watching as they sat up. Thunder cracked across the sky, and Hels could make out their attackers details.

They resembled Xisuma, with Red and black armor that was broken, slightly dirty as well. He wore a black helmet with a red visor, which was cracked, so he could see the imposter's eyes.

"You aren't Wels..." He hissed, trying to get to his feet. Helsknight kicked the admin's copycat to the ground.

"And you aren't Xisuma.."
"You think I was Xisuma? You must be stupid."

"Who even are you..?!"

"Call me Evil Xisuma. You don't seem like Wels, so who are you supposed to be?"

"Helsknight-" He said, the knight offering his hand to help Ex stand. He was hesitate at first, but Ex took Hels's hand, The knight pulling him to his feet. Hels smiled, slightly chuckling.

"So you're 'evil'."
"You say it like you doubt me.."
"Well, this place is still standing, isn't it?"

"I'd destroy this place...but my brother keeps stopping me. If he was out of the way, I could blow this place to dust!"

"I guess we have one thing in common.

We both want to burn this place to the ground."