Blake nodded.
"This is what the game looks like when you play it," he clarified. "Being there is...different. It's not really made of blocks."
He still didn't entirely understand it. Circe had hinted at there being more to the game than met the eye, but that was all he knew. May was the one who had friends. Dresden-Marius' quarry were both from Minecraftia. Herobrine was, too. Bartimaeus was from another version of Earth, and Marius was presumably from that Earth, too.
His stomach twisted at the thought of how in the dark he was right now.
Speaking of the dark...
He looked up.
The sun was setting. The mobs didn't normally spawn, but things were different now. Nikolai was here when he wasn't supposed to be. May was nowhere to be found. For all Blake knew, the mobs could spawn and actually hurt them.
It was a risk he couldn't take.
"We need to go," he said. "Mobs-monsters spawn at night. We can take shelter in one of the buildings here, or we can go further up towards the town. If we had weapons, we could fight them, but..."
He looked Nikolai and himself over. The only swingable weapon that they had the last time they were stuck in a dangerous situation was the axe. Blake wished he had that axe right now, even though he couldn't swing it as his normal self.
Bartimaeus could do more than that, Blake thought. Spirits can control the elements. They have their own kinds of attacks. If I could just...
He pushed that train of thought away and gave Nikolai a strained smile.
"It's your choice," he said.
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