Not a name, really. More of an echo. A tag carved into the underside of floating islands, signed at the bottom of impossible redstone contraptions, and whispered in dead chat channels.
Deep in the negative Y-levels, beyond where deepslate bleeds into void fog, there was a room made entirely of —humming in a language older than Java. In the center, an anvil named topvaz_keystone . When I right-clicked it, a single line appeared in chat: "You have reached the build limit of reality. Turn back, or become a chunk error." I placed a torch. Nothing happened. I placed a second one—and the whole room shimmered, revealing a hidden beacon beam shooting upward through bedrock.
They called him .
I followed it.