“I have said all this before and I will say it again. I hateyou, Fin. I hate you, Mo. I hate you more than the last timeI told you I hated you,” Grumpo began. “The ender dragon is the heart of this world. It beats in the center of the End,round and round in circles, steady as a pulse. Nothing works without ED. And since the beginning, humans have come questing after it. To find ED and kill it for no particular good reason other than that it is killable. Everytime my poor doggo dies, another one must be born. That cycle was perfectly acceptable. A world must have a heart. The ender dragon vanishes, an egg appears in its place,and a new ender dragon rises. But something as powerful and ancient and loyal to the Great Chaos who is its master does not die without leaving…a wake. Let’s call it that. When a ship passes by at great speed, the sea churns andripples after it as water is displaced and replaced again.That is what happens when the ender dragon dies. What is going to happen in about…oh, I would wager ten to fifteen minutes, give or take. A great wake pulses out from its body. It travels through the End like the tide. It touches everything and everyone. And it makes them forget. The world resets. What came before is gone. There is only the now.”
“Why? How can that be good for anyone?” asked Mo.
“Why does your body respawn when you die?” Grumpo shrugged as well as he could without shoulders. “It is how ED decomposes. You shouldn’t judge. You always were very judgey, Ultimo. It’s a nasty habit.”
“You saw them. The cycle is getting worse. It’s evolving. It’s changing the laws of nature. Endermen use weapons and build armies and…apparently humans don’t respawn. I’m only here because of my totem, and here’s hoping I remember to grab another one on the next go-round. They should have woken up in their own beds. But you saw them.They were just lying there on the ground. Cold and quiet and gone. We can’t leave them like that. We just can’t. And you never know. Grumpo said they were new. Maybe this is what changes everything. Maybe this time it’s different.”
-Minecraft: The End Novel