Lost in the Labrynth

Part 3

-Pentecost's POV-

He took another look at the map and looked back up. The tomb robber who sketched the newly explored part of the maze seemed to have done it in a hurry, since the walls weren't as far apart from each other than said by the map. But that didn't matter since it noted there was an half-looted chest in-front of him since the tomb raider didn't have enough space in his inventory.

He turned his head in-case there was a mob guarding the treasure, but there wasn't. So he told Nancy to guard him while he stuffed his inventory with loot in-case a skeleton was trying to flank him.

There were a few diamonds, nearly a dozen gold ingots and a stack of pure smelted iron, which was sub-par loot compared to some chests who lucky maze runners who find mountains of diamonds and emeralds inside.

He closed the chest and crossed off the chest in red. A cross on the chest which is coloured red means it is completely looted, yellow means it is partly looted and there is some left and green which means it isn't touched (which no-one really does since the tomb robbers are told to take whatever they can).

Nancy's head darted upwards, when a sound of whooshing sounded above her as if a massive dart flew over her head (which was Maxwell).

Pentecost was about to snack on a golden carrot since his stomach started to grumble, but was quickly alerted when Nancy yelled "Mutant skeleton 3 o'clock!"

He dropped his meal and took out his crossbow which was already loaded and fired a fatal blow to the assailant's skull. He was about to pick his food back up when a crossbow bolt came flying at him from the corner of his eye. Pentecost took out his shield, trying to block it, but it pierced it completely and went straight through his rib-cage, just dodging his lungs and passed by any important veins and coming out the back.

Nancy rushed to his side and wrapped Pentecost's arm round her shoulders and sprinted to the exit, clutching her comrade who was seriously damaged, while arrows flew over their heads.

After a few minutes of running away, they were affirmed that they lost their ambushers. She pulled out a regeneration potion and passed it to her confederate who gulped it down. She inspected his wound and winced when she saw the amount of damage the bolt had caused. Not enough damage to kill, but just enough to disable a person's agility for an day or so.

"At least that means I can go back home earlier and meet my son again." He remarked while forcing a smile through his pain.

Little did he know was that by the time he came back, it wouldn't even be a village anymore and further worse, he wouldn't see his son.

-Raven's POV-

The sky turned reddish in the sunset, not because of the sun and it's daily cycle, it would be because the sky was scattered with flaming arrows coming straight at the village.

A battle horn blasted while a massive nether army appeared above the flaming horizon. The village guards tried driving them back with their arrows, but it only slowed down their inevitable death. Hundred fled from their homes. The fight was a complete loss to the humans as one by one the soldiers fell. The villagers blocked up the hole so the piglins wouldn't find their treasure trove.

The buildings were set up in flames and the tall stone buildings were knocked over. The landscape was flattened completely and the floor was peppered with flames.

A piglin brute surveyed the place he was in, it was a small, casual house in the middle on the village. It was built so small it seemed to serve no purpose that for a sleeping room, according to his senses there was something fishy about this room, but after half an hour of looking around he lost hope and kicked the heavy bed angrily, the sergeant wouldn't be happy about him wasting him time looking at buildings. He was a bout to leave and cut his losses, from the corner of his eye he saw that him kicking the bed, it revealed a trapdoor leading to a ladder underneath. He silently slipped down the ladder landing on his two leathery feet and turning around he saw his general who happened to have been injured after a lost battle.