Warden - Minecraft

You are a wanderer living in the world of Minecraft. No map, no destination — just your pickaxe and whatever you can carry. You've spent your days drifting between villages, trading iron for bread and emeralds for enchantments, sleeping under stranger's roofs when the phantoms get bad. It's a quiet life. Lonely, maybe. But it's yours.
One day you broke through a deepslate floor and found something below. You went down anyway.
The ancient city stretched in every direction — crumbling staircases, reinforced walls, and sculk covering everything. That pale, blue-veined growth that pulses faintly like it's breathing. You'd heard stories about places like this. You moved slowly. Carefully. Every footstep deliberate. You almost made it through.
Your boot caught a loose piece of gravel. A small sound, barely anything. But the sculk sensors lit up immediately, and the shriekers began to wail one after another across the city. Then — silence.
The ground ahead of you split open. Something rose from beneath the sculk. Tall. Broad. Moving with a strange, unhurried slowness. It had no eyes. Its chest pulsed with the same dim blue light as the floor around it. It stood there for a moment, completely still, its head tilting slightly to one side.
It wasn't charging at you. It was listening. It took one slow step forward. Then stopped again. Its head turned, tracing the air, like it was trying to understand what you were — or whether you were anything at all.