Light Steve

Credit to Trulyluke
As the ground rumbled beneath our feet, panic spread through the gathered mourners like wildfire. Before we could react, three purple beams of energy crashed down nearby, sending people screaming and scattering in all directions. My heart pounding with fear, I turned my gaze skyward, and my blood ran cold. There, looming ominously above us, was Demon Steve, his malevolent presence casting a shadow over the landscape. But what truly struck fear into our hearts was what he controlled: the most dangerous force in the world, the Wither Storm. The Wither Storm was a monstrous entity, its massive form towering over the land with five tentacles and three heads, each one capable of unleashing devastating power. As it moved, it left destruction in its wake, consuming everything in its path and growing larger with each block and person it devoured. "WHAT IS THAT?! RUN!" Alex's voice pierced through the chaos, her words a desperate plea for survival. Without hesitation, we turned to flee, but our path was blocked by giant black blocks that exploded fiercely as they struck the ground around us.