Description
He'd spelunked the darkest caves, bridged across lava lakes with ghasts targeting him, hunted countless endermen for their eyes, and swam the deepest oceans. He'd come to the conclusion that he can never die and reflects that ideology with, what some would say, a degree of recklessness unique to him. So why does he feel like this? Like his very soul can be touched through his enchanted netherite armor. ----- It's common knowledge that a typical potion takes on a soft glow shortly after brewing, but only a few dedicated potion users, like himself, knew about the true implications of luminosity. This was by no means a soft glow; anyone with eyes can tell you that. But to Technoblade, a master potions brewer has made themselves known. *Will cross post to AO3 eventually. Will let you know when*
Chapter 1: Defrost
