Xisuma flicked out his elytra wings, the thick shimmering grey fabric catching the golden afternoon sunlight. He glanced around, then briefly removed his helmet, surprising himself at how un-purple the world looked as he remembered that his visor had a purple taint. He glanced up at the sky, his dark hair and greyish purple eyes catching the sunlight. Leaning forwards over the edge of his base, he spread his wings, letting the wind pick him up and push him into the air.

Oh how pleasant the outside world was. After working on the stuffy insides of a semi-automatic concrete farm for most of the morning, the warm sunlight and fresh wind felt like heaven.

He angled his wings, swooping through the clouds, then landed gracefully on the canopy of a nearby jungle tree, close enough to see his progress.

A bell-like ping sound alerted him to a new message and he pulled out his communicator, glancing down at the screen, popping his helmet back on.

Grian: I found a thing. Xisuma could you come check it out?

Xisuma arched his eyebrow, curiosity creeping through his veins.

Xisumavoid: Sure thing! Where are you?

Grian: At spawn

Xisumavoid: Be right there!

Xisuma tucked the communicator back into his pocket and flared his wings again, leaping into the air. The communicators were a project he, iskall and Tango had worked on, combining their redstone abilities and his own admin powers to create a small device that allowed the Hermits to communicate from wherever in the world. Technically, it would work without the admin powers, just slower and only within touching chunks.

Distracted, he almost flew into a tree, barely managing to veer violently to the side, nearly clipping his wings in the process. Sputtering with shock, he flew upwards, soaring above the leaves as to not crash into anything else.

He managed to make it to spawn without dying, landing several meters away from Grian who nodded as he approached.

"So, what appears to be the problem?" The admin questioned curiously.

Grian nodded towards his left and Xisuma gaped in shock.

There was a block of, what he assumed was once sand, completely glitched. It flickered in and out of existence randomly, shuddering and occasionally bursting into an orb of light before solidifying again.

"That would - uh - be the problem."

Xisuma nodded sarcastically. "Thanks. Never would have figured it out otherwise."

Grian chuckled, then shuffled his feet nervously. "Do you know what it is?"

Xisuma shook his head, hating how clueless he was about it. He had a bad feeling blooming inside his chest every time he glanced at the block and all his instincts were screaming at him to leave it alone.

He turned to Grian as he remembered how naturally curious the shorter hermit was. "Grian. I am completely serious when I say this. Don't touch it."

Grian manage to summon a somewhat serious expression and nodded, which somewhat reassured Xisuma as Grian did not immediately burst into laugher.

Xisuma scooted closer to the block, then summoned his coding screen with a wave of his hand. Green, glowing letters shimmered into existence in front of him and Grian made a noise of excitement watching the admin at work.

Xisuma scanned the code, reading it over, running over scenarios in his head. Of all the bugs and glitches he has had to fix over the years, he has never seen this one.

Yet it seemed oddly familiar.

He brushed his hand against the code made up the spawn chunk, shivering as he felt it.

A cold, shivering sensation that felt like he was being faintly electrocuted.

The power signature of another admin.