War. All the Nether and the End wanted was war. They were two sister realms, both hated eachother. They've been at war longer than time can tell. But this... this was the endgame. This battle will change everything. The Nether or the End will end the war, bringing peace to the land. The battle begun. Swords clashing. Bodies falling. It was chaos.

The outcome was cloudy, nobody knew what it would be. The people of the Overworld watched as the battle unfolded. Neither sides were winning. Suddenly, a ghast whiped out twenty endermen. Endermen were teleporting in the sky, slashing it with their swords. Finnaly, the beast fell, dead. But there were more! They set the land of fire.

The Nether had and advantage. They had the skies in control. Until...

The Enderdragon had come to aid her people. She swallowed an entire hoglin in one gulp. Then, she flew over to a group of piglins. They stood no chance.