[✔] The Watcher's Downfall ORIGINAL (Hermitcraft Fanfiction)

Chapter 14. Coming for You

POV: Hypixel
Location: Admin HeadQuarters, Server Hub

We waited for the last two admins to come through the server. I had a sudden gut feeling that something is about to go wrong...

Xisuma's communicator flew out of the portal, and skidded to a halt by my foot. I bent down to pick it up. We faintly heard a blast of Watcher magic. Another blast of magic sounded with a faint cry for Grian to wait. A voice was heard, but it wasn't clear enough to understand it.

Libra entered the portal, then came back in a few moments.

"They're not there. The Head Watcher took them." Loud voices of protest rose through the Server Hub. I turned Xisuma's communicator on, overriding the locking command. On the opening screen, he had an audio clip ready to play. He had recorded the conversation. It had apparently turned off when it went through the portal. I clicked the play button, bringing the communicator to my ear.

"Wait, Grian-!" Xisuma's voice sounded. A blast of magic was heard. Someone fell to the floor. Another blast of magic was heard, and again, someone fell to the floor.

"Finally, that took forever." The Head Watcher said. More footsteps on the grass were heard.

"Bring them to the Lair. Put the magic dampening ropes on them. Hurry, they might wake soon."

The recording stopped there. I frown and exhale in annoyance. I hold the communicator out to Libra, who took it and looked at it in confusion. I tapped the play button, letting her listen to it. She brought it up to her ear. She stilled, focusing on the recording and not the other admins and Hermits loudly conversing. Her eyes narrowed as she handed the communicator back to me.

"That'll kill Xelqua, those magic dampening ropes." I say to her. She nodded.

"Fortunately, I do know exactly where the Watcher's Lair is. But we should heal before we go there. In the state we are in right now, we would lose."

"But-" She held her hand up.

"I know you want to save the Prime Admin, and that Xisuma is your friend, but that would be a suicide mission. I mean, look at the state of the group. We would never make it out, assuming there are more Watchers in the Lair than there were at Hermitcraft." She explains, gesturing to the group. I sigh in surrender, looking down. I knew she was right.

"Back to the Infirmary, I suppose?" Skeppy says, looking at everyone. Everyone started walking towards the large room

"Wait," Libra says. "Why don't we go to my private quarters? There's actually more space there than in the Infirmary, and we'll have more privacy." I frowned, and so did most of the high ranked admins.

"Skyward, you don't have to sacrifice your privacy for us-" AppleG asked.

"No, we need it. Most of the players' homes have been destroyed, and I don't want to make them panic more than they already are because the Watcher's basically took over two large servers." She paused, gathering her breath again. "I don't want to deflate their hopes because with a team of admins and some players, we barely survived. We can't let them see us like this."

"Are you sure?" ConnorLinFoot asked, eyebrows furrowing. Libra nodded, heading the other direction. We reluctantly followed her. I was unfamiliar with this area of HQ. She lead us up a few flights of stairs, down many halls, and through many doors and rooms. We finally stopped in front of two large doors, with two statues of griffins on each side. Parts of the statues were made of gold and silver.

Libra pushed the doors open with a large creaking sound, revealing a larger than normal sized room. It was almost like an entrance hallway to a castle. The floors were dark oak, and the walls were spruce wood. The windows were long and lengthy. Tan curtains that had gold embroidery were rolled halfway up, allowing sunlight to flow in. The furniture was nice dark leather, in almost perfect condition.