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The Wall. The tall, strong obsidian wall made by the stronger people. How loud it was at night. All the fireworks and yelling, the sound of TNT falling then exploding. Battle. War. Between the travellers and Far Landers. They've been at war for years, trying to decide who will get the Far Lands special resources. Greedy, cruel Kings or normal selfish travellers. Humans themselves could be bad but not as bad as any traveller. A traveller can be a human or a Elytrian. Piglin or ruler. Anyone could be a traveller. That's why the good people hid from them. To not be infected with their greediness.
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