Endborn

For centuries, Phantoms had hunted the sleepless, drawn to those who defied rest. But when a phantom sensed a presence unlike any other-a soul who had gone three nights without sleep-it felt something deeper, something familiar.

Diving into the depths of the Overworld, the Phantom flew through a dark ravine, gliding through a sprawling underground cave until it found a man-made tunnel. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy. A stronghold. Something called to it from within.

Navigating the labyrinthine halls, it found a portal already opened, its swirling void still disturbed by recent passage. Without hesitation, the Phantom forced its way through-its very essence resisting, twisting as it was pulled between worlds.

Then it saw him. Steve. Locked in combat with the Ender Dragon.

The Phantom screeched, diving toward him, its claws slashing across his back just as he raised his blade. The Dragon was not to be slain. Not by him. Not again. The battle that followed was unlike any before-a three-way war between the End's guardian, the End's hunter, and the human who defied them both.

Then, without warning, the portal at the island's center roared to life. A force beyond even the Ender Dragon's understanding dragged all three into the abyss.

They fell.

When the Phantom awoke, it felt... different. Its form had changed-its wings were no longer tattered but powerful, draconic. Its body pulsed with Ender energy, its black scales shimmering with a deep purple glow. No longer just a hunter-it had become something more.

A world where dragons ruled the skies.

As new rulers of an unfamiliar land, the Phantom and the Ender Dragon must navigate this foreign world together-one seeking to reclaim its lost power, the other grappling with a transformation it never asked for.

But will they remain beasts of the End, or will this new world change them forever?