Chapter 30

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Last chapter before the epilogue! 

Also, BlueOctapus. 

Have fun with all the galactic.

>:)

Grian walked alone through the Hermitcraft Season 7 world. The watchers had already made it their home, rebuilding aquetown and linking everywhere with giant bridges across the water. Obsidian watchtowers jutted regularly like black jewels from the ground, and every hermit's base was preserved perfectly. It was truly stunning. 

Grian despised it. 

Instead of the glorious mismatch of skyscrapers it used to be, Aquetown had become the watcher's base - a castle build from bedrock, obsidian and amethyst crystals stolen from the coming update. It seemed impossible for Grian to avoid it as he flew across his old home again and again, impossible to block out painful memories of the turf war, head games, mayor race... 

' ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ.' 

Grian turned quickly at the sound of Taurtis's voice. He glared at his enemy. 

'What do you want?'

''ᓭ!¡ᒷᔑꖌ ⊣ᔑꖎᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎ᓵ, ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ. ||𝙹⚍ ꖌリ𝙹∴ ╎ℸ ̣ 'ᓭ ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ∴ᔑリℸ ̣.'

'I don't give a F*** about what they want.'

'||𝙹⚍ ꖌリ𝙹∴ ᒷ ̇/ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ꖎ|| ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ||'ꖎꖎ ↸𝙹 ╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣. ||𝙹⚍ ᓵᔑリ ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ↸ᒷᓭℸ ̣ ∷𝙹|| ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸ ||𝙹⚍∷ !¡∷ᒷᓵ╎𝙹⚍ᓭ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒲ╎ℸ ̣ ⎓∷╎ᒷリ↸ᓭ ᒲᔑリᔑ⊣ᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⎓╎リ↸, 𝙹∷ ||𝙹⚍ ᓵᔑリ ᓭ!¡ᒷᔑꖌ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ╎∷ ꖎᔑリ⊣⚍ᔑ⊣ᒷ.' 


Grian was silent as he remembered the deal he'd made. Finally, he spoke.

'⎓╎リᒷ. ╎'ꖎꖎ !¡ꖎᔑ|| ᔑꖎ𝙹リ⊣ ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ╎∷ ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ ⊣ᔑᒲᒷᓭ. ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎リꖌ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᓵ𝙹リℸ ̣ ∷𝙹ꖎ ᒲᒷ. ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ ╎'ꖎꖎ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖎᔑᓭℸ ̣ ꖎᔑ⚍⊣⍑. ⍑ᒷ∷ᒲ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ∷ᔑ⎓ℸ ̣ ∴╎ꖎꖎ !¡∷ᒷ⍊ᔑ╎ꖎ.'


'⍑𝙹∴ ᓵᔑリ ||𝙹⚍ !¡∷ᒷ⍊ᔑ╎ꖎ ∴⍑ᒷリ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ||'∷ᒷ ⍑╎↸╎リ⊣ ╎リ ᔑリ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸. ∴ᒷ ꖌリ𝙹∴ ᒷ ̇/ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ꖎ|| ∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᔑ∷ᒷ. ╎ℸ ̣ 'ᓭ ⎓𝙹ꖎꖎ𝙹∴ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∷⚍ᒷᓭ, 𝙹∷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ||'ꖎꖎ ᔑꖎꖎ ↸╎ᒷ ╎リ ⎓∷𝙹リℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ||𝙹⚍.'


'╎'ꖎꖎ ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ ᒲ||ᓭᒷꖎ⎓ ⎓╎∷ᓭℸ ̣ , ╎⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ℸ ̣ ∷|| ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣. ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᓵᔑリ リᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ∴╎リ.'


'∴ᒷ ᔑꖎ∷ᒷᔑ↸|| ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ.'

'ℸ ̣ ∷ᔑ╎ℸ ̣ 𝙹∷.'

The builder glared at Taurtis, before taking to the sky once more, and flying to the one place he had left. 


Hello, dad.

'Hey, son... You ok?' Grian spoke the words, enjoying the only chance left to speak English in this world. He knew Grumbot didn't understand, and would only answer when the builder wrote it down and gave it to him in the form of diamonds. But it still felt right. 

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