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educational activities, games, and videos“Nether portal at spawn?” Maya asked, already punching trees.
The Nether in 1.16 was a masterpiece of fiery dread. Crimson forests with weeping vines that bled red. Warped wood forests glowing cyan like alien dreams. And there, across a lava lake: a Bastion Remnant, its blackstone ramparts bristling with piglin brutes.
But Leo was out of options.
First to join was Maya, from the art room. Her avatar popped into existence wearing a leather cap and a smirk. “You madman. You actually did it.”
“Dibs on the chest,” Sam yelled.
The bell rang. Lunch. The golden hour.