The earth shakes viciously as a mass of death incarnate crashes onto the doomed soil. Dust is blown into the air in heaps. The clump of darkness screeches after its final breath. Its wiggling, living skin screams as their last ditch attempt to escape their inevitable doom. Cracks tear through the earth as the heep collides with rock, the deep caves opening their arms in welcome. The monster is plunged into a dark world it will never escape from...

     So too falls another massive beast like it, in the distance squealing as the floating carnivore's ribcage falls open, expelling mass corpses of the dead. So too does that one stumble down towards the earth, where it is destined to meet the same fate as the rest. Dotted across the lifeless land of dry earth and broken stumps, the clouds of death roam. And though they had split to find new prey...hunger now kills them off.

     Alas, the greediest of creatures fall into their own trap... The half living drop.

     As the earth settles slowly around them, the dust clears, and the massive craters last as only vague reminders of the past...the great hunters are finally dead.

     The Herobrine...is dead.