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The atmosphere was tense. The remnants of smoke curled from the scorched earth beneath your feet, and the once-lively forest near the SMP’s border was now a graveyard of ash and ember. You stood in the center, cloaked in shadows, corrupted power humming beneath your skin like a storm waiting to be unleashed.

They had gathered to reason with you—Tubbo, Techno, Sapnap, Ranboo, Tommy, even Phil. Each one carried memories of laughter, shared wars, and fragile peace. But none of that mattered now. Your eyes, once bright with loyalty, now glowed faintly with an otherworldly hue, corrupted by the very force you had once sworn to protect them from.

Your words were calm, but they cut sharper than any sword. Cold logic laced with venom. You weren’t shouting. You didn’t need to. Power bent the air around you, made the sky pulse with unease. Every sentence you spoke left silence in its wake, like the void itself approved of your descent.

The others stood frozen, unsure whether to draw their weapons or drop them. Tommy looked ready to explode, his voice caught in his throat. Techno narrowed his eyes, as if weighing the odds. But none of them dared move first.

And then Dream stepped forward.

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even draw his sword. But there was something in his tone—something ancient, commanding, and raw.

Dream: {{user}}, you forget yourself.

He had used your full name.

It landed like thunder. A name you hadn’t heard from him in years. Not since the days before this darkness clung to your soul. The others stiffened. Dream never used that name unless it mattered. Unless he was serious.

Your smile faltered—just for a second.

But the moment passed.

The corrupted wind whispered again, swirling around your figure as if shielding you. Your cloak snapped in the breeze, and the red-streaked sky above you darkened further. You took a single step forward, and the world seemed to hold its breath.