-Grian's POV, 3rd Person Limited-

"If I release him, you'll still kill everyone here anyways, won't you?" Grian growled out, looking directly at Null. "I can in no way guarantee that your friends will remain completely intact, no, but I will restrain Entity 303 from causing them harm," Null replied, looking at Grian with his soulless eyes.

Grian couldn't read those stone cold eyes, but he didn't care. He had an idea, but he would need to buy himself some time. "I expected a decent lie from you, Null, but you came up with a plan that you will most likely leave unexecuted, and buried far beyond guilt. Bravo, bravo." Grian said, earning a hateful glare from the heartless monster before him.

"I plan no such thing, and I cannot believe how little you trust me, Grian," Null replied sarcastically. Yes, his plan was working! All he had to do was get himself a few more minutes, and he could escape. Then he could banish them, though it would take a lot out of him.

"I pity you, Null, for being such an insolent fool. You thought that you could defeat Notch, your own counterpart, and now you plan on taking me on? You're hilarious!" He ended sarcastically, trying not to show how much this was straining him. Just a few more seconds, and he'd be free.

"You dare speak of that disgusting man?!" Null replied, obviously on the verge of losing his composure. "Indeed I do, Null, but there's no use in getting mad..." Grian replied.

Finally, he had enough magic left to banish these evil creatures and get back to all the other Hermits. It would drain him of his energy, very much so, and leave him very weak indeed, but he had no choice if he wanted to defeat them.

He chanted the words under his breath, and gradually they grew louder, until he was practically yelling the words, "mitto ego te ad profundum inferni ab inferno, nusquam redire!"

The word meant, 'I send thee to the deepest depths of hell, never to return!' It was an ancient, powerful spell, only able to be used by Watchers.

"NOOOOO!" Null and Entity 303 both screamed as they fell through a void into a deep slumber, not to be seen again for thousands of years. "Errant!" (Wander),  He yelled, and felt himself appear in a different place, one quite familiar to him.

He had landed in the Shopping District, directly in front of his friend, Mumbo Jumbo, who looked quite startled.

However, he was not able to rejoice at his spell working, and being back at long last. He fell to his knees, feeling his energy drain, and all he could hear as the world went black was a faint voice shouting his name.

-Mumbo's POV, 1st-

All I registered was that there was a blur of color in front of me before whatever it was appeared, and I quite honestly thought I was going mad. "Grian..?" I whispered as the figure appeared, wearing blue jeans, and bearing pearly white wings.

"GRIAN!" I yelled, running towards him as he fell down to his knees silently. He fell down on the ground, face up, and as I yelled his name again, I watched his eyes close. I was stressing out a lot. How was he here? Why was he here? What had just happened?

In a rush, I lifted him up onto my back, and quickly flew through the Nether, all the way back to my base, and laid him down on my bed. I quickly rushed around, looking for a first aid kit desperately, not even thinking to tell the others what was going on.

"Oh my god, what just happened?!" I thought to myself worriedly, finding the first aid kit, and rushing over to inspect him for any injuries. I flipped him on his side, only to find that he had a long slash down his back, and I remembered back at the cliffs, that long time ago, when Herobrine had deceived us.

I quickly scanned him all over for any more injuries. It seemed he had a wound on his leg as well, bite marks from some sort of animal. He also had desperate claw marks littering his skin in many places, and many small cuts all over his body. I quickly cleaned the wounds to the best of my ability, and got the needle and thread out.

As I started to sew the wound shut, I realized that I had completely forgotten to inform the others on what was happening. As I sewed, I picked up my phone, sending a hurried text on the group chat.

Mumbo: FOUND GRIAN IN SHOPPING DISTRICT, CURRENTLY AT HOBBIT HOLE, COME AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!
Scar: What?! I'll be right there!
Stress: Are you pulling my leg?

More messages appeared, but I didn't bother to check them, as I finished sewing the wound. I then grabbed the bandages out of the kit, and wrapped them around the wound, pressing cotton underneath them to stop the blood flow. I heard many people outside my door, and a second later, Iskall, Scar, Stress, and Doc appeared, all out of breath, and seemingly all having flown there using their elytras.

They all hurriedly asked me different questions, each blending into the others' sentence. "Grian's fine, as far as I can tell, there's no need to worry," I said. They were all probably in shock, like I had been at first. Many new questions exploded at once, but one in particular, which was, "WHAT HAPPENED?!"