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Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for my absence. I just moved into a new house, and there was so much work to be done. But here for you now is how the final battle shall turn out!

Beauhunt crept his way slowly along the sidelines, taking advantage of the fact that Herobrine's monsters were much too focused on the Endermen and Nether forces to make a difference. With extreme care, he stepped into the throne room of Herobrine.

The dark lord immediately noticed, and floated off his chair.

"What do we have here? Hello maggot. You should scurry on back to your friends now, you might get lost."

Beahunt popped his neck a little and pulled out an enchanted diamond sword.

'''"Ha ha ha! That's amusing. Run along little worm, before you get yourself hurt." '''Herobrine turned to float away, and recieved a very nice cut on the back.

He turned around, and a red sword formed in his hands. "Alright. You want to die? Let's go." He brought the immense, blood-red sword swinging around at Beauhunt's neck. He ducked beneath this and lunged for Herobrine, stabbing his ankle. '''"Aaaah! Fine. Maybe I underestimated you. I guess we'll have to step it up a notch." '''

Herobrine raised his hands. The air rushed out of Beauhunt's lungs, and he fell to all fours gasping for air. Only when he was about to die did Herobrine allow air back into his lungs.

He waited for beahunt to recover, before lifting him high into the air. '''"Having fun yet?" '''He hurled Beauhunt into the wall of the cavern. '''"I know I am." '''He hurled Beahunt into another wall. '''"This is like excercise before a race. Although I wasn't expecting you to actually manage to cut me." '''He slammed Beahunt into the floor, then hovered over to his broken form, setting down. "You were a fool for coming here. What could you, a simple mortal creature, hope to do against a god? You were a fool. And you're dying because of it. Soon your corpse shall be used against these Endermen, and those treacherous Nether beasts. though probably not to much effect. Enjoy your eternal suffering."

Herobrine lifted up off the ground again, and hovered away. Beauhunt, barely clinging to life, used the last ounces of strength in his possession, lifted his arm, and hurled his sword with all his waning might.

His blade flew straight and true, and found it's mark at the back of Herobrine's neck. And though the blade didn't pierce, it did even more damage of a far more devastating manner. When the enchanted weapon struck it's mark, the immortality enchantment Notch had placed upon his brother at the beginning was shattered.

Herobrine, of course, felt his immortality shattered, and turned, enranged, upon the broken and dying form of his enemy.

Beahunt loked up at his wrathful enemy. "...ha." Is the only word he uttered before he uttered his last breath and died.

Herobrine, even more enraged, having been deprived of his chance for revenge, blasted the corpse to shreds. Then the sounds of combat entered the throne room. He turned to see Eureka, Calok, and Firefingers all standing and looking at him.

"So, brother, you have brought a couple little peons to help you? Come now, I thought you were bigger than that." He looked at Firefingers with little interest, mostly contempt, then looked at Calok. But there was something... familiar there. "You seem... familiar."

"I would." Calok replied. He pulled off his hood to reveal a youthful face with sharp glowing red eyes.

"You!"

"Me. I have been waiting for a millennia."

"Do you know him, Calok?" Firefingers asked. The entire battle had frozen, stopped to watch this exchange turn out.

"Yes. I fought him in the last war 60 years ago. I swore an oath that I would have my vengeance for what he did to my people."

"Your people?" Eureka asked.

"I am Calok Chaosus Korangar! I am the last champion!"

Herobrine looked at him, his eyes burning. "It matters not. I shall kill you anyway. Now, enough with all this ridiculous talk! I grow impatient."

Herobrine waves his hand, and a bubble forms around the four participants. "Come at me!"

Eureka pulled his pickaze out from his back strap. Calok drew his sword and staff, and Firefingers just hovered. The three spread out in an attack pattern, and charged Herobrine, only to be shoved back by a burst of power, Herobrine, with the red sword back in his hand, brought the blade swinging back around.

(Now, it is, as I just discovered, very difficult to narrate a battle like this. So I want you all to picture this in your heads. The three of us, whirling around, each utilizing our various weapons, attempting to defeat a being with a red sword even bigger than he is, and the ability to hurl stuff around with telekinesis. Now, time jump ahead a bit.)

Eureka, Calok and Firefingers backed up, each nursing several extensive war wounds. One of Firefinger's rods had been shattered, Eureka was nursing two broken Ender ribs, and Calok had a disabled left hand. Herobrine had a mere few scratches.

"He he he he HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Look at you three! You are nothing! Even with your power, even with three of you, you can't beat me! Pathetic!"

"Alright, that's enough!" Calok raised his sword And charged at Herobrine, bringing his blade down in a huge arc.

Herobrine flicked his hand, almost contemptually, and a chasm opened up beneath Calok's feet. He fell into the darkness of the abyss.

Firefingers hurled several fireballs at Herobrine, which hit their mark quite spectacularly. Roaring from his burns, Herobrine opened a hole in the field and cast Firefingers through it, sending him crashing into a wall. He sealed the hole, then turned to face the last challenger. Eureka had rushed to Herobrine while his back and been turned, and swung his pick into Herobrine's spine.

Herobrine shoved Eureka away, wincing. "Mph. Good shot, brother."

Eureka wiped some purple blood away from his mouth. "I am not your brother."

'''"No. It would seem not. Oh, well. It would seem you have failed." '''Herobrine raised his hand once again. This time, Eureka clenched in pain, as every last peice of circuitry and every mechanical part in his form failed simultaneously. He collapsed on the floor as the light left his orange eye.

Smirking at this final victory, he turned to the shocked assembled masses. "You see? In the end, you had no hope. You never did. And now, all of your armies are conveniently assembled here for me to destroy. I must thank you for that."

But then, something happened that Herobrine did not expect. A purple light began to glow behind him. He turned to see the final steps of Eureka's final metamorphosis. He stood there, now three feet taller than his nemesis, completely covered in glistening black skin.. And there, in his hands, was something new. It seemed to be a sword, but the coloration was to the point where it seemed as though it was more like a sword-shaped hole in the universe than an actual blade. And, perhaps even more unsettling was the fact that there was a glowing red and apparantly living and independent eye set in the hilt.

Most there looked on in confusion, except for the Endermen, who took in a collective gasp. They new what this sword was, it was mythical.

As the legend goes, the very first Endermen discovered that each dimension was connected to one in particular, and that in this dimension, there was no such thing as time. The first Endermen who travelled there were almost completely destroyed, for that dimension was lorded over by a being so malignant that it's presence alone would cause Herobrine himself to cower in fear. Only one Enderman survived the excursion into the realm they called Limbo. And he came back with several shards of solidified fabric of reality from that realm. He attempted to forge these into a sword, and he was successful. However, it took on the properties of the realm it originated in, and it became inteligent and malignant, much like the monster that occupied it's home realm. As such, it's maker imprisoned the sword within a dimensional lock, the key to which was passed down Emperor to Emperor. Until Emperor Enderthorn had a rather special enchantment cast over his favorite champion. This enchantment would make it so that when Eureka turned to full Enderman form, the sword would appear to him.

And with the metamorphosis complete thanks to his injuries, the sword was in his grasp.

'''"You're still up and running? Impressive. Shall we get back to it, then?" '''

"Indeed, brother. But this time, it'll end a little differently." Eureka raised the sword at Herobrine. The eye blinked and stared at the deity before it. "There's no room for people like you and I in this world. Not now or ever."

'''"You're wrong. There's room for one." '''

Herobrine and Eureka charged each other one last time. Just as Eureka's blade struck Herobrine, and Herobrine's struck Eureka, an immense flash of red light burst from the contact point, and then....

Nothing.

There was nothing there anymore. No Herobrine, no Eureka, no swords, no bubble, nothing. Just an empty spot.

Herobrine's remaining minions crumbled, and all traces of his evil were removed from Minecraftia. The armies each returned home, weary and nursing their wounds. Eureka's will was later found in his room, labelling Equis as the next Emperor and placing the Archduke as supreme general of the military. The Princess chose to go with Gary the Golem to Zion and help rebuild the Testificate civilization. But the area around Herobrine's fortress remained untouched, as a sort of silent memorial.