It feels like an hour has passed. An hour I've been standing here, fighting off skeletons and creepers, waiting for this stupid plank to catch fire. I keep watching, it and my back, glancing around trees and mobs for any sign of the hunters, but nothing at all is happening. 

Where could they be? I turned down their 'offering' so surely they're even more pissed? I'm here, in the dark, alone, why don't they get the jump on me?

Another few minutes pass in complete silence, before finally, the wood alights. At risk they're nearby, I don't let my excitement get the better of me. I wait just a few more moments, before the back plank lights up, and instantly the familiar purple glow shines within the obsidian border. 

I finally pull on the iron chestplate I snatched, and grip tightly onto my sword, before allowing myself to be encased in the sheet of magic. Huh. Teleporting dimensions doesn't make me as queasy as I thought it would.

I watch as the purple tinted world becomes darker, before turning shades of oranges and red. As I step from the portal, I am hit with the heat instantly. I'm tempted to run back through to the cooler world, however I have to get blaze rods. So I set out, looking this and that way for any piglin, ghasts, or a fortress.

Ahah! Fortress! That was quick. And I don't even need to cross any lava! I race in, the excitement of finding the fortress pushing out my concerns about the heat. I make it all the way in, instantly finding a chest. I rummage through it, finding several iron and gold ingots, and a saddle. I smile, pocketing these items and continuing forward.

I only round two corners before I find a blaze spawner, three blazes already floating around it. I guess my luck's returning to me!

"AAHH, FUCKEN HELL!" I shout, clutching my side from the sudden pain and stumbling to the side. I regain my balance by leaning against the wall, my breathing suddenly heavy and shaky.

"What have I told you about your language, Dream?" I glance over, seeing Bad holding a diamond sword, a thin line of... blood on the blade. I look down at my wound, noticing that my sweater is ripped and tinted red.