The Last Chance

Steve breathed in and out slowly, in his mind. One miss and he can't get any gunpowder. The entire universe seemed to slow down. This meant that even the voice in his head was focused too. Steve's vision focused onto the ghast, zooming in on it. Steve released the bow string. The universe sped up.

A piglin spawned in the path of the arrow. Well, no more arrows. Other than the hoard of piglins, a few ghasts were also attacking Steve. The only thing structurally sound in the nether was the portal frame. Steve fought of the piglins and blocked them with a wall. The ghasts still chased Steve.

Steve hid behind the portal frame. The ghasts shot fireballs. Steve now has a few hearts left. But at least the portal is lit. Steve stepped through the portal and exited at his house. He was finally safe and sound.

It's now night time. He'd better sleep. By the looks of it, he hasn't slept in a Minecraft week. He could tell by the moon... There were a lot of phantoms blocking it.