The entire room was empty. there was no trace of battle, but that just made the emptiness more creepy. Suddenly, a crackling sound filled the air as the wall next to him crumbled inward, replaced by what looked to be a end portal with inversed colors. once it had finished forming, 4 users stepped through, except they weren’t users. they had neither a server thread nor a username. one of them seemed to be crafting a shot arrow, his hands a blur as they worked on it, another worked on a miniature Alex, the new skin model. Another did a grass block, and the last one did a handful of sticks. the one with the arrow came up to gameknight and said:
“Greetings, user-that-is-not-a-user, I am Entitybrin, eldest son of the Oracle, and these are my brothers, Userbrin, Blockbrin, and finally Itembrin. we are here to help you in your battle against Entity303…”