Herobrine laid in his bed, eyes shut, and breathing slow and calm. He had spent a lot of energy forcing Seto past the barriers of Grian's world. Seto had been able to help of course, but Herobrine's magic carried him most of the way. No matter how powerful he was, at the end of the day, Herobrine was the only God between the two. So Herobrine had spent the past few days recuperating and watching Grian via Seto's amulet. He had been worried when he saw the state he was in after NPC's 'death.' He had never seen a man so broken and blank. Well, that was half the truth. He had seen a man broken once, but never so blank and still. Broken people often cried, some even screamed. He never wanted to hear Grian cry or scream, but he had begun to think he'd prefer that over just dead silence. But Grian had broken himself out of the trance. Seto had helped, sure, but he had done most of the work. Now, if only Grian could believe that...

Herobrine let out a great sigh, moving his hand up to rub at his eyes. He opened them up afterward, filling the dim room with the glow of his white eyes. They had been dim when he laid down to get some well-deserved rest, but now they were back to their full, normal glow. He yawned and shut his eyes again, heaving out a sigh. He would need to get up soon. He had the Nether to look after. As much as he hated it, Grian wasn't his only responsibility, nor was he the only player he watched over. He had to figure out who needed to come in the first batch, who would benefit from it the most... But that was hard. It was like trying to decide who to save first from your children. If that was the case, he had a lot of kids.

He snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. He shoved himself up, grunting a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. His body was still a little sore, but it wasn't as overwhelming as it had been three weeks ago. He turned and pressed his feet down on the floor, about to rise to his feet when he suddenly felt a twinge in his chest. He paused. For a moment, he thought that maybe he wasn't ready to get up yet. But then he felt the twinge again, and he realized it wasn't coming from his chest, but his core. When the twinge happened again, he grabbed hold of it and let it take him to the source. He was taken to Grian's world, and panic spiked in his chest. But Seto and Grian were fine. He could feel it.

And then he felt it. Or, well, them. Two people, flying through the links between servers, trying to force their way into Grian's private world. But it wasn't just any two people, oh, no. It was...

His eyes widened before they slowly narrowed. He shoved himself up to his feet, soreness be damned, and disappeared from his room with a brilliant white flash.

Mumbo and Cub came tumbling out of the portal, coughing as Cub landed on top of Mumbo on the floor. The air was thick with fumes, and when Mumbo peeled his eyes open he saw why. They were in a room made of bedrock. It was small, at least five by five blocks, and dimly lit with redstone torches. "What— What in the world?!" Mumbo coughed as Cub rolled off of him, pushing himself up to his feet. He lent his hand to Mumbo, who used it to pull himself up. "This isn't Grian's world!"

"Not unless he's done some serious redecorating and doesn't want anyone coming in," Cub muttered as he looked around. Mumbo peered through the dim lights in the room, trying to see if there was anything in the room with them. He felt like he was being... watched. His eyes drifted over a dark spot in the corner before they darted back to it and stared. Mumbo slowly stiffened. "The portal must have messed up... Come on, let's go back and try again." Mumbo didn't respond, and instead grabbed his arm and pointed at the shape in the corner. Cub blinked at him and looked, squinting at the mass of shadows. It just looked like darkness to him. It wasn't very lit on the other side of this weird-ass room. Hell, the portal gave off more light than the redstone torches then.

Then the shape opened their bright, white eyes and glared at them, and Cub's heart plummeted right into his stomach.

Oh, Mumbo thought numbly as the shape stepped forward, revealing it was actually a man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and he wore a black overcoat that went past his knees and had no sleeves and a gray furred collar, a white shirt underneath that, and black knee-high boots with laces that crossed over each other up to the very top, right over his black jeans. His hair was dark brown, his skin very tan, and he had freckles that dashed over his nose and were spotted along his cheeks. But Mumbo and Cub were barely focused on that as they grabbed onto each other, staring at the man and his infamous white glowing eyes with their own wide eyes.

That's Herobrine, Mumbo thought numbly, as Herobrine, a servers-known myth and legend, glared at them with all of the hatred in the world.