The sun sets on a large plain, sheep and villagers alike turning to retreat into the village, both scared of what the night brings. But not him, not Naargo. Clad in bold black armor—each piece spent days mining in a hellish landscape of fire, monsters, and lava—and holding a glowing black sword, deep as the void itself. An undead groaned behind him— The zombie’s head rolled onto the floor a second later. Sharp twangs sounded as skeletal archers unleashed volleys of deadly arrows upon him. He raised his shield, black with a red cross, and called for his army. A howl sounded in response, resonating in the night, then another joining it, then another, and another; and with these howls an army arrived, charging down the hillside— Bone flew, bows fell to the ground, and chaos reigned, until a terrifying screech pierced the noise—the remaining skeleton archers bowed, zombies retreated, and creepers froze, everything was still, for pure purple eyes scanned the plains, searching for a challenger, and find one they did; within a midnight helm, they found a pair of orange-red eyes, glaring. The screech came again, and even the villagers far far away, cringed at the sound. It charged; arms outstretched, as if trying to grab something. Naargo raised his sword—the almighty Form 27-B Slasher—and swung, but hit nothing but air, only his greatest warrior senses, honed of years of fighting detected a block of dirt and rock sailing towards him, he ducked, barely evading the attack, but where was the attacker? A thin spotted arm grabbed his shoulder, pulling it, then another to his collar, and Naargo could feel it sucking away his power, feasting on it. In a desperate move, he jumped backwards, straight into the enderman’s arms, but the sudden force shocked the enderman and allowed Naargo to plunge From 27-B Slasher straight into it’s screeching mouth, it poofed quietly, it was over, Naargo had won the night. The sun returned, shining its light over the plains, warming the sheep and the villagers but burning the zombies and the skeletons. It was a night won, the villagers and sheep were safe. The End.