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Joll held their netherite sword with a tight grip, reading over the book given to them by the Infinity Tower once more. They're..
THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT READY FOR THIS.
Rewind… Hello! This is Joll. A frog.. prince(?) just trying to have a good time adventuring with their friends Conk – a sentient piece of stone who's not the brightest, Kibble – a dog who used to be a parasite prince (well- they're actually not sure if the parasite died or not… But that's for another day!) and is shockingly the brains of the team, and Golem – an iron golem who's always in a bad mood, but Joll thinks he has a soft spot for all of them.
They've recently discovered what's called the Infinity Dungeon, an endless hole full of — you guessed it — dungeons! At first they started as mini challenges like killing an enderman or killing 4 zombies, but they quickly escalated into full blown worlds! They've made a lot of friends and an equal amount of enemies along the way too.
At the end of their recent adventure, the villagers (basically their guides in the Inf Dungeon) said it was time for a challenge, and that's how they ended up here!
About to fight an absolute legend.
That's no exaggeration either! This guy's title was LITERALLY a Tower Legend . If the villagers thought they were ready to fight this dude, they were sorely mistaken.
They looked down at the book once more, swallowing with anxiety.
Username: Spark
Tower Legend – Legendary Fighter – Light of ▇▇▇▇▇
Infinity Dungeon Record: Level 890,500,022(?)
they're cooked.
“Joll!”
The frog flinched as Conk shouted in their ear, instinctively shoving him away.
“I'm right here, Conk. You don't need to yell.”
Conk only smiled at them, flapping his sleeve happily and trying to look at their book.
“Who’d you get??”
“Some guy named Spark.. Little scared of him.”
“You haven't even met him! Maybe he's a nice guy.”
He chuckled. Joll dragged their gaze over to the various photos provided on the next page and all of a sudden they were getting mixed vibes.
His stats looked scary, that's for certain. Joll has been to level 1,000,000 before, but they've never entered any dungeons. Hell- they've been to floor 1,000,000,000 ! But those are seperate worlds, so do they really count…? Anyways! Stats? Scary. Terrifying even. What do you mean the book doesn't know what level he's been to. That sword is overpowered SOMEBODY NERF HIM???
But the pictures gave an opposite vibe than threatening. Or at least shattered the image of what Joll thought he'd look like. He was nearly decked out in gold armor, only missing the helmet and leggings. But he also didn't seem like a “normal person”.. Granted, Joll and their friends weren't “normal people” either. Look- their point is Spark looks WAY too happy to be a fighting legend.
They closed their book, looking at Conk.
“Who did you get?”
“This guy named Pickle.”
“.. Pickle?”
A deep, poorly concealed chuckle was heard from behind them, making Joll turn around.
Golem removed his hand from his mouth, a small smirk still on his face.
“That is tragic. ”
“What?”
“Being named Pickle. Clearly his parents didn't love him.”
“relatable.”
Conk flatly said, earning 2 sets of concerned stares from both Joll and Golem. The latter slowly crouched down to Joll's level.
“are we ever unpacking that?”
He whispered, pointing to Conk. Joll just shook their head.
“better if we don't..”
A loud yet muffled bark attracted all of their attention as Kibble came running (where even was he??) with his own book in his mouth. Conk excitedly waved with both hands.
“Kibboll!!”
“Kibble."
Joll corrected, being ignored like always as Conk crouched down to spam Kibble with pets. Kibble leaned into his hand- hands? That sleeve always confused them. Nevertheless, the book disappeared from Kibble's mouth as he barked again. Golem stood up straight and looked around.
“Mh.. where are those guys anyways? Clearly not the legends of being on time ..”
He grumbled. That was a good question though.. They’ve been here for a few minutes already.
Apparently they have REALLY bad luck since the next moment, a gold sword whizzed by them and managed to get a good cut on their cheek.
“Ow!”
“Oh, no headstarts? Whatever.. that’ll just make this more interesting.. Sparky!”
The sword turned around and flew past Golem and Joll again, Joll managing to dodge this time. They actually looked where the sword came from and took a step back.
Yup.. those were the Tower Legends..
But.. why did they look so different? Spark did, at least. They're not sure what the other photos looked like or who got them, but from similar looks of confusion from both Kibble and Golem they knew it wasn't what they had expected either.
The legendary fighter, now lacking a chestplate or a shirt entirely(?????) , ran a hand through his golden hair as he actually got a look at Joll and the rest of them.
“Let’s see.. a frog, a rock, a dog, and an iron golem…”
“My name is Conk.”
Conk, as always, attempted to correct. And as always, he was ignored. The tower finally granted the SOON TO BE EX-legends their books. Although one immediately dropped to the grass instead. Spark gave an audible sigh.
“Pickle, be a good brother and get that.”
“Was already doing it, Spark.”
Pickle replied in a snappy tone. Joll had enough of awkwardly standing there. They wiped the blood off of their face with their sleeve and gave a small wave.
“Hey!”
Instead of acknowledging them AT ALL, Spark immediately turned around to converse with the only girl on their squad. They frowned a bit, which seemed to set off another one of the Legends. His arms were bound with caution tape, tied in a sort of bow in the back.
“Haha! A being with status such as our knight by no means has to indulge in conversation with filth such as yourselves! Now, which one of your fruitless lives shall I, Axel, have the pleasure of ripping from your bodies today??”
. . .
“e-excuse me..?”
Joll awkwardly laughed. Pickle let out a smooth laugh of his own.
“Oh, it's always like that when he opens his mouth. Try to get used to it. What he means is Spark wouldn't talk to people like…”
He looked the 4 of them up and down.
“ Things like you. And he'd like to know who he's facing.”
Joll frowned slightly before looking back at Kibble and Golem. Kibble shook his head and after a moment, Golem raised his hand.
“Yeah- can I kill myself instead?”
“Golemmmmm :(“
Conk frowned deeply, leading Axel to laugh again. Pickle roughly elbowed him in the spine which silenced the frankly loud legend before speaking again.
“Spark always says ending yourself is just as cowardly as surrender.”
“Then I'm a coward.”
Spark scoffed.
“Thank Infinity I'm not facing you then. Speaking of such pleasantries…”
Joll let out a quiet croak as Spark's gaze landed on them. At a moment's notice, the golden sword dubbed “Sparky” was back in his hand and pointed at them.
“You're Joll, correct?”
“Y-Yeah! That's me.”
They gave a nervous smile and another small wave. Spark let a smirk overcome his face.
“Well, what are we waiting for?”
“Me, you brute.”
A feminine yet echo-y voice interrupted them. Spark let out a groan while the girl tower legend patted him on the shoulder.
“I am the Infinity Tower. Or, the ‘referee’ of this whole situation. Team 2 (consisting of Joll, Conk, Kibble, and Golem) are attempting to challenge Team 1 (consisting of Spark, Pickle, Sprout, and Axel) for the title of ‘Tower Legend’ and furthermore, their Soulcores.”
“Soulcores??”
Joll interrupted. What the hell is a Soulcore? That was NOT mentioned by the villagers! Sprout, as the tower called her, finally spoke.
“The crystal-like.. thingys.. that carry a good portion of our power.”
She reached behind her hair, pulling out a green heart shaped gem. It sorta reminded them of the one of Kibble's collar! Except Kibble's was smoother and red.
“I assume all of you have one.”
“I.. don't know.”
Joll sighed. If they were similar in shape, then Joll probably doesn't have one.. Spark's was a bright yellow, X shaped gem on the one golden glove he had. Meanwhile Pickle was enthusiastically searching Conk for his, while Golem took another step back from Axel.
Spark suddenly cleared his throat very loudly.
“Yes you do, you fool. On your sword.”
“Nnno?”
“The end of your sword!”
He pointed his sword at the charm hanging off the end of their sword handle. It was teal in color and in the shape of a plus sign.
“Ohhh…”
“Am I really fighting an idiot??”
Joll frowned at that, but the Tower continued speaking.
“Now that you all know what you're here for, I will explain the rules. For 5 days, including this one, you will be teleported to your corresponding Tower Legend's level of choice. You will not be able to leave until 3 players in all forfeit the fight for that day, or are defeated. Each day, Team 2 will get more of the Soulcore's power.”
“What?”
Pickle interrupted, momentarily pausing his search of Conk.
“You realize your Soulcores are linked, yes?”
“WHAT???”
Conk let out a low “ow” as Pickle's grip tightened on his arms. Can Conk even feel pain? He’s a rock..
“Ahem… continue.”
“Thank you. Now, as I was saying, Team 2 will be allowed more of the Soulcores power each day. If you learn to control it and successfully defeat Team 1, the title of Tower Legend will be passed on to you.”
Okay.. that doesn’t seem absolutely horrible. Good to know they won’t be completely powerless against the Tower Legends! They’re still a bit scared of Spark, though. The guy had scars littering his body! Sword slashes, arrows, even one that looked like an explosion..
“You will be given 10 minutes of preparation time before being teleported. Good luck.”
“Finally! … Pickle, stop, you look insane.”
Spark turned to the miner who seemed 5 ticks away from shaking Conk for his Soulcore. He sighed, letting go of Conk and lightly pushing him back towards Joll.
“Fine. I’ll have time to search him later anyways..”
“Your obsession shall swallow you whole one of these days, my brother! Should you lose yourself in your endless greed.. There’s no saying you shall return to us sound.”
“Ah yes, being criticized for ‘losing myself’ by the person who we had to tie up. Yes, yes, you’re the perfect person to take advice from, Axel..”
“I give my thanks.”
Joll blinked once he felt Golem grab their cape and start dragging them away from the Tower Legends along with Conk. Kibble just followed along.
“Golem?”
“Those people are crazy. Not dealing with it.”
Well, they’re gonna have to deal with them in a few minutes. At least one of them. And Golem is going to have to deal with arguably the craziest of them all. Yeah- it’s obvious that Axel isn’t quite sane.
Joll just sighed when Golem stopped dragging the two of them. Kibble barked, to which Conk quickly translated.
“Kibble says we need a plan.”
“What? We’re not on the same floor, idiots.”
Golem scoffed, making Kibble let out a low bark. Conk suddenly chuckled.
“Oooo. burn.”
“What’d he say?”
Joll asked. Conk just blinked before leaning to the side.
“Ahhhh.. It’s not appropriate for the channel..”
“Wut.”
“Nothing!!”
Conk suddenly jumped up, squishing Joll’s face. Was he trying to start another bit? They already had the whole “plot armor” thing which even Golem was in on at times. Joll took Conk’s hands away from them, sighing.
“The only thing we can do is just hope, I guess..”
A thought suddenly occurred to Joll.
“Conk- where is your Soulcore?”
“My what”
“The things we got after choosing our classes way back in the Infinity Dungeon, remember?”
That’s another thing Joll remembered! They didn’t know what it was at the time [mainly because the villagers didn’t TELL THEM] but after they chose their classes, they and Conk received a crystal thing for each of them. Golem and Kibble got theirs after clearing the Slime King dungeon.
“Ohhhh! . . .”
“Conk what did you do with your Soulcore.”
“Uhmmm.. I plead the fifth!”
The rock shook his head and almost ran off. That would be if Golem didn't yank him back.
“Get over here, rock.”
“This is against the law!!!!”
“Shut up…”
Conk flailed his arms around, Golem rolling his eyes.
“3 minutes left.”
“Only 3 minutes?.. Well, see you guys on the other side.”
Joll chuckled awkwardly. Honestly? Yes, they were still nervous about fighting Spark THAT GUY IS SCARY!!! Why did the villagers from the Core dungeon think they were ready for this?! Genuinely shaking in their boots right now. Well- non-existent boots. Grass beneath their toess… Golem interrupted their thoughts.
“Joll, you’re not gonna die.”
“1 minute remaining.”
“Euhhhhhhhhhh…”
Joll gripped their sword tighter and let out a high pitched whine. They’ve barely sword fought for over a YEAR! It was all just their end aura..
Eugh they never want to hear that again.
Golem sighed and put a hand on their shoulder.
“Look, remember what I said in the Infinity Dungeon. You’re a good sword fighter, Joll, no matter what you or anybody else thinks. You’re better than you realize.”
“Can I get a pep talk??”
Conk cheerily asked, somehow popping up in between Joll and Golem.
“Uhh. no time. Don’t die.”
“Teleporting..”
Kibble let out a few barks and that was the last thing they heard before feeling the air around them shift. They held onto their sword, gripping the blade and accidentally slicing their hand. Hey- preparation for getting their butt sliced into a new food item.. Heh.. Coping mechanisms.
They realized they were getting teleported for a bit too long. They know they weren’t supposed to, but they cracked one of their eyes open just slightly. Black void.. Of course. Did the Tower malfunction or something? Teleportation had been fine for them up until now.. This MUST be the work of Henderson. They’ve made it their life goal to blame everything bad on that guy.
“.. Tower..?”
“Floor 103754. Legendary Miner’s Mineshaft.”
Wait- the legendary miner ? Like the Pickle guy?? Conk’s guy??? All that mental preparation to fight Spark and they’re not even on his floor! Pickle was standing dramatically on a pile of diamond ore, a netherite pickaxe in hand. He appeared to have elytra-like wings, but they couldn’t see the harness.. Under his hoodie, maybe?
“Conk, right? Well if you don’t mind, I’d rather get my Soulcore now rather than-”
Though once he turned around, he stopped speaking. His smile that Joll dared to describe as suave stayed on his face for a moment before falling.
“Uhm.. you’re- you’re not supposed to be here. I need the rock- where’s the rock??”
“Well.. 1. His name is Conk. 2. I don’t know..? I don’t know why I’m here!”
They balled their hands into fists, only making more blood come from their injured one. Pickle gave a hum of understanding, looking him up and down for a moment or two. They were not a fan of the way they were being stared at right now.
“I see… Well, you still have my friend’s Soulcore. Sooo.. yeah.”
Joll snapped to attention, getting in their signature battle stance and managing to hold the handle of their sword with both hands.
“Well- come at me!”
“Boomerang.”
Pickle threw his pickaxe to the side, momentarily confusing Joll until they remembered what a boomerang was. OH SHI
They held up their sword, managing to block the rapidly spinning pickaxe. Netherite scraping against netherite was a horrid sound so they quickly shoved it away. Ha- they blocked it! They actually blocked a Tower Legend attack! They’re LITERALLY THE BEST!
The miner managed to fly over and swoop their pickaxe back before Joll could counter-attack, jamming his pickaxe into the ground once they landed.
“Strip mine.”
The ores under them started to disappear and quick . Only in rows though.. Oh- strip mine, right! They really need to open their ears.. They locked in and sent a wave of fire at Pickle, the latter smoothly dodging to the side.
“Oh- that reminds me of Spark’s sword! I’m sure you two would’ve gotten along. You know, if the tower didn’t mess up the teleport.”
Pickle stretched like this was just a casual sparring match, his elytra stretching with him. Joll just frowned slightly, sending a water slash his way.
“No, your ‘friend’ looks like he wants to kill me.”
“That’s just him- ouh.”
The water had lost nearly all of its speed thanks to the holes in the ground, so they might as well just dumped a bucket of water on him. Pickle placed down a chest and started to approach.
“Like I said, that’s just him. The whole Light of Battle and all, amirite?”
“Wait- Battle? That’s not what it said in my book.. Wait, why am I even talking to you?!”
They shot fire at him again. The chest- and you’re gonna LAUGH at this one- the chest moved and managed to SWALLOW THEIR FIRE. WHAT THE F*CK. Their expression seemed to be one of horror, as Pickle started to laugh.
“Sorry, sorry! It’s so funny just to pull that one out on people. Eheh.. Anyways Demon Chest.”
He pointed at them and the chest charged for them, making them squeal like a little girl and jump back. Thank infinity they were a frog! Hopping around comes in handy in hyper-specific scenarios like these! They kept sending fire towards both Pickle AND the chest, but the chest just kept taking them. How could it even do that. It’s a chest. Made of WOOD. Which is WEAK TO FIRE. It should be burning to ash right now. Now he misses Ash. Man. . .
They could feel Pickle’s eyes on them, and frankly it was an uncomfortable feeling. They shot some more water at him, which once again he just stood there and took. Mildly inconvenience the man, Joll, that’ll surely work! Idiot.
“Your sword can use both fire and water?”
They figured it was better to not distract themself by talking to him, so they started running at him instead. Fire sword to the face, loser!!!! Pickle mumbled something sounding like ‘rude’ under his breath before throwing his pickaxe behind Joll. They whipped around to block it again, but were taken by surprise when a pillar of nether brick appeared beneath them and took them many blocks into the air.
“woAH-!”
“There we go!”
Pickle soon arrived to their level on another pillar, a netherite axe in one hand while catching his pickaxe with the other.
“Wait- you have two! That has to be cheating.”
“Normally Axel — my brother — would have this but.. Y’know. Well, you don’t but still. Let’s just say he can’t be trusted around weapons.”
‘And Spark can?’ They almost asked, but decided to hold their tongue. Pickle cleared his throat and held the axe over his shoulder.
“Anyways.. Answer my question, please?”
“Why would I?”
“Well, you can’t get down from here without fall damage even in all of your froggy glory, so there’s not much else to do!”
That..! Was true. Even with Joll’s reduced fall damage [only reason they knew that was because of Conk blowing them off the edge of a cliff] they’d still take a lot of damage. Which Pickle would no doubt use to his advantage..
“Uhm. Well, yeah. Infinity Dungeon gave it to me.. Floor 25, I think it was? It was so long ago I can barely remember.”
“Mhm.. And the crown? Oh- Are you royalty??”
Pickle immediately brightened up at the realization. Joll let out an awkward and loud laugh.
“Kinda- maybe, not really?.. It’s- a whole thing.. I mean, the queen, my mom, is dead and I haven’t been to Water Civ in a year or two..”
“So you have no need for it?”
“What-? No- yes I do!”
“Too forward?”
The miner laughed. They glanced to the side nervously. Honestly they didn’t know how to feel that they were being all buddy buddy with the supposed enemy. Pickle adjusted his hold on the axe, holding it out in front of him. Joll’s pillar suddenly expanded into a full on platform, letting Pickle jump across and join them.
“Y’know, your sword's pretty up there in power.”
“Really? It’s just a fire and water sword..”
“Mhm! While I wouldn’t say you’d be able to go hand to hand with Spark, you’d sure as hell give him a run for his money. How old are you?”
Joll blinked, taking a step back from him.
“Six..teen..? No- Seventeen. Maybe?”
“Same! But also forget what I said before.. Not even I could land a hit on him and we’ve been teammates for like- months. ”
“Thanks for the reassurance, man! Really helpful!”
The frog smiled sarcastically. Pickle laughed again, planting the axe into the ground.
“Sorry, sorry! Just being realistic, you know? I wouldn’t want to give you false hope then find you’ve been sliced into minced meat the next day. Even if we’re supposed to be enemies, that’d just be mean .”
Joll gave a small laugh along with Pickle. They were just- confused, really. Why wasn’t Pickle fighting them? They’re linked to Spark’s soulcore, meaning he gets his power taken away day by day. Wouldn’t Pickle not want that? Their friendship doesn’t sound the STRONGEST in Minecraft but they’re still teammates.
“1 player has forfeit: Conk.”
Pickle looked up when the Tower spoke, musing to himself.
“Well that’s interesting..”
“Wait- if I’m here.. Does that mean Conk’s with Spark?!”
How are they JUST NOW realizing that possibility?! They usually don’t dictate what Conk does or doesn’t do but Conk is NOT ready for Spark! No way in hell! Pickle merely hummed again.
“I mean, we don’t know if it’s just a swap of floors or if it’s all jumbled up. He could be with Spark. But he could also be with Axel or Sprout. Those two would be boring for somebody like him.”
“But I have to know for sure . I’m not taking a risk! Tower, I forfeit!”
“2 players have forfeit: Joll and Conk.”
Dang it, that’s only 2! There has to be a third.. There’s no way Pickle would forfeit just for Joll. They could only think about whatever Conk was experiencing.. They shifted uncomfortably at the thought.
“Calm down, Joll. Hey, maybe Spark isn’t even fighting him right now.”
“Don’t lie just to make me feel better!”
Pickle’s eye widened in surprise before he huffed and crossed his arms, taking another few steps towards Joll.
“Listen, I’m not lying. Even if Spark is described as a little kooky, he prefers fair fights. And he also prefers if there’s blood involved in said fights. Does Conk bleed?”
“N..No.. He's a rock, of course not.”
“Then there’s a good shot Conk’s just bored! Look, I might not know him personally, but from the book that the Infinity Tower gave me he seems like the type for action.”
That made them feel a little better.. But they were still worried. Conk’s the type of person to get bored easily, yes. But he’s also the type of person to annoy the enemy so much they end up focusing on him anyways.
They just need to make sure he’s okay..
“You worry a lot.”
“I know.. I just can’t help it though. Conk always gets into some sort of trouble..”
“You should have some faith in him! Again, I don’t know him all too well but he reminds me of Axel before we officially entered the Infinity Dungeon. Impulsive, mainly.”
Conk was pretty impulsive. It was almost concerning. Sure, he’s a rock so of course Joll wouldn’t be able to expect much in the ‘brains’ category from him, but still.
“Hey, maybe he’s stuck with Axel. That’d be a pretty free fight!”
“How?”
“Don’t you remember? He’s tied up. Can’t move his arms at all. Thank Spark for that.”
“Oh yeah- why is he tied up??”
Pickle finally gave an awkward laugh of his own, tapping his nails on his knuckles.
“Uhm.. Reasons! He’s just- not doing the best right now. So for my- our safety, it was a team-wide decision.”
He sighed, but Joll felt it wasn’t sincere.
“Well, it's best I don’t keep your curiosity waiting. I forfeit.”
“3 players have forfeit: Joll, Conk, and Pickle. Teleporting..”
Joll blinked, bewildered before a smile came over their face.
“Thank yo-!”
They were all back outside the tower before they could finish their sentence. They immediately heard heavy breathing and holy infinity Conk was on the floor -
“Conk!”
Joll crouched down, putting a hand on Conk’s shoulder. Golem stepped in front of the two of them while Kibble whined and sat next to Conk. Conk finally looked up and let out a wince .
“It hurts..”
“Of course it hurts, I have golden boots.”
Spark laughed, unequipping said boots and trying to empty out any pebbles. Speaking of pebbles, whole lot of them on the ground right now! Conk removed his hands from his stomach, chunks of rock and pebbles falling onto his hands.
“Oh..”
“ Ohmygod- okay! It’s- fine, Conk. You’re- You’re fine. Right..? You’re fine, just a few.. A lot of- YOU- Uhm jeez okay-”
Joll tried to get some words of comfort out but all that they were saying were useless stammers. A loud crack silenced any and all conversations. One of the two fractures on Conk’s face had grown larger. Joll let out a small scream.
“Hey, can we like, forfeit this entire thing? I’m getting level 25 flashbacks.”
Golem asked the Tower.
“And you should know from that experience that the answer is no. You must either defeat the current Tower Legends or perish while trying.”
“great.”
Well now Joll feels guilty again. Even if it wasn’t their choice to go into this dungeon, Spark was supposed to be their fight. Not Conk’s. Kibble barked which- surprise surprise they couldn’t understand because they don’t speak DOG. But it seemed to make Conk feel a bit better.
“Haha.. you’re funny.”
“Okay- Let’s just all try to get some rest. Things will hopefully be normal tomorrow..”
Joll suggested, getting up and holding a hand out to Conk who took it with a smile. The rock suddenly brightened up and squeezed Joll’s hand.
“Sleepover!”
“Absolutely not.”
Golem deadpanned, making Conk frown.
“It’s my final wish!”
“You’re not gonna die, Conk.”
“You don’t know that!! You can’t see my hearts!!”
Conk shook his head rapidly, Golem only sighing in response and walking off. Conk let go of Joll’s hand to follow him to which both Kibble and Joll followed.
They were still wondering why they ended up on Pickle's floor, but it’ll probably get fixed tomorrow. So they still need to mentally prepare for Spark.. If he got Conk to feel pain and show it, who knows what he could do to Joll?! They’re nowhere as resilient as Conk is… Conk’s a rock and they’re just- a fleshy frog! They might be good at fighting, yeah, but Spark’s better .
They let out a sigh. They’ll.. worry about that later. If they keep thinking like this they’ll drive themself up the wall with anxiety.
“Conk, slow down!”
“Well, maybe the tower did that on purpose..?”
Sprout slowly suggested, keeping her hands together as she sat on the stairs to the small house. Spark only raised an eyebrow.
“How so?”
“Well, the skill difference between you and.. whatever its name was–”
“Joll.”
Pickle interrupted, Sprout momentarily pausing before clearing her throat.
“Between you and Joll is a lot . And Pickle was going to the ends of the world to find his Soulcore. So, to keep things ‘fair’, it put Joll with Pickle and Conk with Spark.”
“A foolish notion. While this tower can talk, it has no eyes to see. It is composed of command blocks and redstone, set to answer questions we ask of it until it is time for battle.”
Axel scoffed before throwing his head back to raise his sunglasses. Pickle snickered before speaking.
“So Spark but more helpful?”
“You little bat , shut your mouth. I didn’t see a singular scratch on the frog once we got back. And what was with your surrender anyways? Just because it wasn’t your guy doesn’t mean you could just forfeit.”
Pickle straight up laughed, putting his hands up in mock surrender as Spark’s grip on his sword tightened.
“Calm down, Spark! Just a joke. As that second part. Honestly I couldn't focus on the fight ‘cuz of that sword.. Netherite with water and fire abilities.. Eheh..”
He smiled to himself for a few more moments before snapping back to the conversation at hand.
“I also surrendered because he was getting worried for his rock friend.”
Spark rolled his eyes, leaning back against the house. Pickle hummed and stretched, elytra spreading out behind him.
“I hope the thing stays bugged though. I really want that sword. And his crown! Oh- did you guys know he’s a prince from Water Civilization??”
“I don’t recall any of us requesting that information, brother.”
“Shhhhh.. Hear that?”
He held up a finger in front of Axel, letting silence fill the air.
“Exactly.”
“I don’t get it..”
Sprout mumbled, leading to a sigh from Pickle.
At least he’ll get to see Joll tomorrow. Not out of any positive feeling towards the frog, no. Pickle couldn’t care less about him if he tried. But a simple break from his fellow Tower Legends is both well needed and well deserved. Seriously, putting up with Spark for this long in itself should earn him stacks upon stacks of netherite.