Technoblade

Evening. The darkness of night was falling over the server, and the stars were beginning to light up in the sky. Everyone was gradually dispersing to their homes and bases, exhausted by the day's cares and chores, and only a solitary figure sat on a hill in the rays of the setting sun. Technoblade sat, watching the sunset and thinking about something of his own. The wind ruffled his long pink hair, and his sword and mask lay nearby, within easy reach. Techno raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, as if exposing his face to the setting rays of the sun. Silence and tranquility surrounded him. Nothing disturbed him. Well, almost nothing.

At one point, a crunching sound of a branch was heard from the direction of Des and Technoblade immediately looked in that direction, wanting to send the newcomer away.

— Who's been brought there already? They won't give me any peace anywhere.

Techno said a little rudely.

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