The night had passed and the survivors woke up, they were surprised not to hear their former leader shouting for their names. Until they remembered, they had escaped the demon's clutches.

Many had sore backs and other body parts, yesterday had been a tiring day.

"Time to wake up!" Maxwell said, strolling among his companions who were lying on the floor, in a loud but not authoritative voice.

"Best night's sleep I've ever had in my life." Willow commented, shaking his head as he stood up. "So, what are we going to do now?" She questioned, walking towards the new leader.

"Now we will have to continue on our way." The magician replied, looking at the horizon, thinking which way would be the best to follow. "It's bad there, and there, it's worse!" He said, pointing in both directions.

"Can't we just stop here?" Willow questioned. "I don't think I can handle walking all day again! Yesterday he didn't find us in the middle of the night, so what would be the problem?"

"As much as I want to, if we stay here we will eventually be found." Maxwell replied. "In addition, we also need to start thinking about how we are going to leave Constant."

"Well, I'm going to start preparing breakfast." Warly said, yawning. "I remember that once, while taking the morning meal, Wilson had put my face in the pot, and I had that burn on my face for a long time!"

"It won't happen anymore, not here." The magician commented. "We are finally free from that asshole, free from suffering."

"Free from that asshole, yes!" Said Woodie, approaching, "Free from suffering, not yet! We still have to leave Constant so we can say this. But anyway, I'm going to start collecting some wood, sticks and straw so we can continue our walk, eh. " Said Woodie, lifting Lucy up.

The woodcutter began to distance himself from his group, and walked for a few meters, so that he could find large trees to cut. "Ready for work?" He questioned, looking at his friend.

"You bet!" Lucy said excitedly.

He quickly started hitting the tree with Lucy, while he started to whistle, exposing his happiness, which quickly started to drain when he noticed a trio of birds flying, making him snort. "I really don't like those stupid things ..." He said, of himself to himself. "Their presence spoils my day, my happiness, and they get the best of me!"

The woodcutter then turned his attention to the tree, the birds had taken away any desire to whistle, so he simply started cutting it, still scowling in the day. However, he began to hear a rustle among the bushes, which made him stop again.

"Who's there?" The woodcutter questioned, being a little scared. He lifted Lucy in all directions, just in case. "Show up!"

And then, two big Hounds jumped out of the trees and bushes, their extremely sharp teeth were completely soiled by drool.

Woodie stepped back a little, those beasts were much bigger than usual, they were as big as Varg, the alpha of those bastards.

"Those bastards ..." Said the woodcutter, holding Lucy in both hands, shaking a little. As much as he trusts his partner to fight the monsters, those creatures could certainly cause damage, and would do so at the first opportunity, for sure.

However, more and more Hounds appeared, surrounding the woodcutter. Woodie's confidence in winning the match was beginning to be lost. His hands were shaking even more, as were his legs, which were starting to go weak. And when he least expected it, in a cowardly act, one of those unfortunates was hiding behind the survivor, and so he jumped on him, biting him on the leg.

Woodie cried out in pain, and the group of survivors had heard his mate's cry.

"Was that Woodie?" Winona asked, looking at the direction the woodcutter had taken. "He seems to be in trouble!" She, like the other members of the group, started running towards the scream, except for Warly, who was too distracted, preparing breakfast.

The beast had opened a wound and blood began to leak. With Lucy, Woodie attacked the Hound, opening a wound in his skin.

When the woodcutter attacked the Hound, others started running and jumping on the survivor, who luckily managed to dodge the monsters' attacks, suffering only a few scratches and bites. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he decided to flee, but his injured leg made things very difficult, and the beasts began to chase him.

The beasts came closer and closer, while Woodie ran away and screamed for help, in his weak voice, hoping his companions would come to help him. He was brave, but fighting so many beasts would not be courage, it would only be madness.

By stumbling and falling to the ground, the Hounds managed to reach the woodcutter, and began to bite him, tearing his skin.

"THREAT DETECTED!" Said WX-78, while watching the monsters from afar, that when hearing the cry of the robot, they started going towards him and the rest of the group

"Let go of me, you bastards!" Screamed Woodie when he hit the Hounds with Lucy, even launching one towards a thorn, which had pierced his skin.

Meanwhile, the rest of the creatures were advancing on top of the other survivors, who were quickly preparing to defend themselves. Now it would be a fairer fight.

However, all the survivors heard a loud and deep roar, and then a large figure came out of the trees and landed on the ground. And there he was, a Hound much bigger than all the others who were present, that guy was bigger than Varg himself!

"The alpha!" Walter shouted, pointing at the monster.

"Wrong!" A very familiar voice echoed through the forest. And then, the survivors, like the Hounds, could see something jumping and reaching a great height, until it landed on the ground. The figure carried a bloody Glass Cutter in his hand, as well as a manic smile on his face.

"The alpha is here." He said.

"You?" Said Maxwell, wide-eyed and gaping. He feared, and frankly, he was sure the tyrant would find them sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be anytime soon. "You ..." The magician started to get angry, he couldn't bear to see Wilson's face anymore.

"Myself!" The tyrant replied, with his usual demented smile. "You missed me, didn't you?"

"Never!" Willow exclaimed, without even thinking. "No one would ever miss you!"

"Now, don't tell me this, Willow! It will break my heart ..." said Wilson, with a tone of voice and a facial expression of false hurt, which quickly became the usual demented face of the tyrant.

"Are you happy with the meal I got for you?" Wilson questioned, looking at the Hounds. Now, in addition to the hungry beasts, the survivors would have one more monster to worry about, one that was definitely a bigger threat.

"Well, I see you've already met my pets." Wilson commented smiling. "They've been very hungry recently, I think you would be the perfect meal for them!"

"Oh, do me a favor, and shut up!" Screamed Woodie, slowly approaching the tyrant, his leg was badly injured. He was one of the few survivors besides Maxwell, Willow, and Winona who had the courage to try to counter the tyrant. "Lucy is dying to meet your neck!"

"With your leg hurt?" Wilson questioned, pointing to the large open wound. "It would be a pathetic effort. I'm not interested in fighting you, my Hounds will tear you apart! My target of interest is that asshole over there!" He then pointed at Maxwell.

Maxwell soon drew his Dark Sword upon hearing this, but it is clear that the tyrant would target the magician. "Whatever then!" Said the magician, furious, he wanted to end this once and for all, without further escapes, without further pursuit.

The scientist's smile only increased. "And to think that you traded me for this ..." He pointed to his former enemy. "I offered you food, shelter and protection, and what does it have to offer you?" Wilson questioned. "Oh, he can offer us freedom, which you don't give us!" The scientist continued, modulating his own voice, so that he could scoff at Maxwell and his group.

"Shut up, Wilson!" Said Maxwell, already out of patience to hear the tyrant's words. "You can give all this, but it is worth nothing if in return it causes suffering for everyone."

"Suffering is my way of disciplining you!" Wilson replied harshly. "You see, I offer you all this, and yet, you insisted on betraying me ..."

"I told you, nothing you do matters if it is accompanied by torture." Said the magician. "We are just doing what any sane person would do if they were being treated that way!"

"Well ..." Wilson's smile only increased. "It is time for us to resolve this once and for all."

"I agree." Maxwell replies, gritting his teeth.

"Attack!" Wilson shouted, looking at his pet Hounds.

And then, the Hounds flew at the survivors at full speed, who were soon preparing to fight. Although the beasts were fierce, they were not the main concern of the survivors, the real monster in this battle would be the tyrant, who was easily stronger than all those Hounds.

Maxwell ran towards the tyrant, who just smiled, while closing his eyes. Frustrated by the scientist's presumption, the magician delivered a powerful blow, but Wilson managed to deflect it.

The magician continued to deliver blows, which the scientist reflected without any difficulty. "Oh, please. Do you want me to suggest your next move? And look, I'm still making it easier for you!"

Maxwell continued to attack, ignoring the tyrant's taunts, he didn't need to hurt him, he just needed time for the other survivors to deal with the Hounds.

"If you're trying to distract me so that your group of idiots can kill my pets, it won't do!" Said Wilson. "I have many!" In fact, more and more Hounds were arriving.

"Predictable, Maxwell." His smile only widened. "Predictable..."

It seems that the magician's strategy would have to change, it was not possible to end so many Hounds like that, it seemed that they were infinite!

The magician, when he noticed that his friends were completely surrounded, and that they probably should have been completely injured, started to get worried, and his balance in the combat started to disappear, and this had a high cost, Wilson, with his Glass Cutter, Maxwell's belly had been cut open, but the depth was shallow. But still, he was knocked to the ground.

"Tell your pet demons to stop!" Maxwell said, turning his face to look at his friends, many of them were bleeding, Woodie's leg was in a worse state, the poor woodcutter was lying on the floor next to the children, who were being protected by the other survivors, who were also tired and injured, Wolfgang had several scratches on his face, for example.

"Hey, didn't you want to end this once and for all?" Said the tyrant, who unlike the others, was completely intact, it didn't even look like he was fighting.

"This is between you and me, Wilson!" Said Maxwell, pointing to his old enemy. "Keep them away from our confrontation, you are my opponent!"

"You chose that destination when you ran away, Maxwell." Said the tyrant, with a smile on his face, as he spun his Glass Cutter. "Because of your silly idea, everyone is being punished."

And then, Wilson launched his gun into the air, picking it up shortly after. "But ... If that's what you really want, then be it." Said the scientist, then let out a loud whistle. As soon as they heard, the Hounds stopped attacking the group, but they still stood around the survivors, completely surrounding them while snarling, holding themselves back from continuing their meal. "There, they should stop for now ..." He questioned, pointing his blade at the magician, who felt more relieved, even though he knew that beating the tyrant in a one-on-one fight was practically impossible for him, but he wouldn't give up now.

"But know that I'm done with you, my pets will finish your banquet." Wilson said, with a smile growing more and more on his face, Maxwell could not lose this fight at all.

"...As if." Said the magician, raising his Dark Sword, as well as his courage, and preparing to fight. "I don't intend to lose to someone like you, Wilson, and I won't." He stated, in a confident voice, even though he knew he was trying to do the impossible.

"Well then." Replied the tyrant, while slowly walking towards the magician, who was doing the same. "Let's get this over with once and for all."

After Wilson uttered these words, Maxwell began to run towards his enemy, who in turn remained standing in the same place. The magician raised his sword and, being close enough, quickly lowered it to strike the head region, however, the scientist quickly prevented the attack by deflecting it with his sword, causing Maxwell's Dark Sword to come out of his hand, and pierce on a tree.

Before the magician could even think of what to do, Wilson was pulling him by his shirt, and hitting him against several trees and branches, repeatedly. It even launches it towards a hawthorn with big thorns.

While in the air, the magician soon tried to recover, protecting himself with his arms to mitigate the damage from the spikes, but before he could do that, the tyrant quickly ran up to him and landed a punch, breaking his defense and causing him to fall directly on the thorns, which soon tore at his skin, opening several wounds.

Maxwell, when trying to get up, felt pains pulsing throughout his body, there were several thorns stuck in his skin, a very large one, in the region in the stomach. Before he could try to get up again, he was grabbed by the shirt by Wilson and thrown back on a rock. The impact of his head against the rock made him dizzy and made him want to pass out. He was dizzy, and the tyrant was approaching slowly.

"Well, that was quick." Said the scientist, as he approached the magician. "Is that it? Is it over?" He continued, as he grabbed Maxwell by the neck, he was almost losing consciousness. "Where did all your courage go?"

In an act of utter desperation, with his last remaining strength, Maxwell tried to hit Wilson in the face, doing no damage to the tyrant, just giving him a movement to smile widely and mockingly.

The tyrant raised his Glass Cutter to hit Maxwell in the heart, but he quickly turned to block Woodie's blow, who walked slowly with his injured leg, to try to cut Wilson off and save the magician from death. Blood seeped from the tyrant's hand, he had held Lucy in the cutting area, and he was looking at the woodcutter with a serious and somber look.

"What do you think you're doing?" Asked the tyrant, as he pushed the ax blade back with his own hands, as if he didn't even feel the wound. He looked directly at Woodie, his look alone said that the thing was about to get ugly for the poor woodcutter.

God, it scared Woodie. The tyrant's ability to instantly change his expressions from morbid happiness to expressions of pure severity was terrifying.

But when he pulled himself together, it was too late. Wilson had kicked his injured leg, breaking it and forcing both Woodie and his companion Lucy to scream, in pain and fear. Crouching over the wound, the woodcutter tried to hit his former leader in the waist, but he had been blocked, and opened up for Wilson, with his own elbow, to break Woodie's elbow, forcing him to let go of Lucy, who she screamed desperately, and only her faithful friend listened.

When stepping on his opponent's body so he could prevent him from getting up, Wilson turned his gaze to Maxwell, who was still unconscious. He was strong enough that his fist went through the magician's face.

Maxwell, in the midst of the screams that Woodie had given, was regaining consciousness, and when he finally woke up, all he could see was Wilson's fist going to meet his face. However, he quickly managed to dodge the blow, narrowly escaping being killed by a mere punch, however the stone was not so lucky, and was broken into pieces.

"Get out!" The tyrant shouted, holding William by the collar of his shirt and hurling him a few feet away.

As Maxwell approached again, he saw Wilson kick Woodie, forcing him to lie on his back, and after the tyrant stomped him in the stomach a few times, he knelt and held Lucy, and lifted her up. The magician wanted so much to help his surviving companion, but the pain was so much ...

As Lucy descended towards her friend's stomach, she screamed, "No! Don't make me do this, you demon! Throw me off a damn cliff, but spare Woodie's life!"

Everything seemed to have gone in slow motion, the woodcutter, exhausted and hurt from fighting, closed his eyes and waited for his sad end.

"Get your hands off him!" Yelled Maxwell, throwing his body over Wilson's body, away from Woodie.

"Hm ?! Do you still want to continue ?!" Wilson asked, raising his voice. In a quick move, the tyrant grabs the magician by the neck and pinches him to the ground, then punches him in the face, causing his nose to start bleeding.

The woodcutter, after finally realizing what had happened, lay down on his stomach and started to crawl until he reached Wilson, who was still beating Maxwell. As he got close enough, Woodie tried to hold the tyrant's neck in vain, say, due to enormous exhaustion, he no longer had the strength.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Screamed Wilson, getting rid of the woodcutter's hands the instant they had reached his neck. The tyrant quickly turned and punched Woodie in the face, knocking him to the ground again.

Wilson then stood up and grabbed both Woodie and Maxwell by the collar of his shirts, and smashed their heads against each other, and soon after, hurling them even further.

The magician and the woodcutter fell near the mouth of a huge chasm. They were extremely frightened, the fall would be long, but there was not enough height for instant death, and the impact with the strong current, which moved violently down there, was perfect for a spectacle of horrors. And as that was not enough, there were large and fine stone spines, ready to pierce the body of brave adventurers.

"There, now it's over." Said the tyrant, approaching the two survivors who almost fell to their death, surrounding them on the cliff. "Last words?"

"Sometime, I'm going to kill you, you son of a ..." said Maxwell, simply, while snarling.

"Good luck with that." Said Wilson, before driving his Glass Cutter into the ground with all his strength, making a huge crack open at the end of the cliff, where the two survivors met. The crack spread more and more, and soon, the floor under Maxwell and Woodie began to shake, and slowly, to descend. They were falling.

Woodie simply screamed, and cursed the tyrant with all the curses he knew as he fell, until he was silenced by the impact against the water. Maxwell had a more cruel fate, he was heading towards the great claws of death, those damn stone thorns would pierce and kill him ...

The impact came, and the blood from his body went down the thorn, reaching the waters ...

Although the other survivors did not see the horrendous and atrocious death of their companions, superstition or not, they knew that lightning and lightning symbolized the worst.

And then it started to rain, a thin and melancholy rain, accompanied by lightning, thunder and lightning ...

Wilson turned and started walking towards his old group, with open arms. "Tcharam!" He said, as if a show had ended.

"What ... what did you do ?!" Willow questioned, in a mixture of sadness and hatred, her desire was to hang the tyrant at that moment, but she knew well that it would only cause her to have the same fate as the two.

"What I should have done some time ago." He replied, with a note of satisfaction in his voice.

"You're a devil!" Said Winona, enraged. Although she hates Maxwell, she never wanted to kill the magician, beat him until he bleeds, yes, but kill him? Never!

"Why are you so angry? You hated him!" Wilson said, smiling widely, making Winona just growl in anger.

"How the hell did you find us?" Wickerbottom asked.

"But it's very simple! My pet Hounds have a good nose, and as if that weren't enough, they found a footprint in the mud, belonging to a certain idiot that we all know ..." Wilson then pointed at Wolfgang.

And then, everyone looked at poor Wolfgang. By accident, he had ruined everyone's escape, of course, it wasn't intentional, everyone knew that, but he still felt guilty about everything that was going on.

"Wolfgang is sorry ..." The strong man said.

"Are you sorry?" Wilson asked, laughing sadistically. "Because of your pathetic mistake, you and your companions will die."

"Wolfgang stays ..." He said, approaching the tyrant. "Wolfgang remains to die, but asks you to free Wolfgang's companions."

"Oh?" The tyrant looked surprised. "What courage, Wolfgang!" He said, while applauding the poor man.

"But ... I'm afraid I will have to reject your offer." Said Wilson, quickly changing his voice to a morbid and serious tone. "You know ... I think I've already given you too many chances ..."

"What does it cost you to give it another chance?" Asked Wickerbottom, startled.

"IT costs me time to hunt and PUNISH you!" Screamed Wilson, his face distorting in various expressions. "I'm already TIRED!"

"I can not take it anymore!" Exclaimed the tyrant, without even allowing the others to speak. "So I'm going to get this over with here and now! No more worries! No more wasting time!"

Wilson then whistled and his Hounds slowly began to approach their survivors. Hell, they could barely hold on, they were holding on for too long, but they still made a point of walking slowly to their victims. It was as if they were salting their meal with her fear and sweat ...

"Anyway, death has come for us." Said Wendy, lowering her head. "Soon, we will be beside Abigail, and beside our other two friends ..."

"Tell them to stop!" A familiar voice suddenly echoed. "Please tell them to stop!"

Among the trees, Dalton and Newton appeared. The clumsy man was perfectly fine, without a hint of sweat, while Newton was wet with sweating, and there were several trees stuck to his clothes and body.

"I don't know how you can be that athletic ..." said Newton, falling to his knees as he gasped.

"What are you doing here?" Wilson screamed, walking towards his friend and brother. "Tell you to take care of our project!"

"Everything is almost perfectly operational!" Dalton said, desperate. "We just need a few more adjustments, it won't be long! Please, save their lives, torturing them would be unnecessary! We just need to gather all the survivors who are at Constant, and everything will be ready for use!"

Oh no! "Exclaimed the tyrant, taking out his Glass Cutter." I will finish what I started, Dalton! "

"No, please no!" Dalton protested, opening his arms and stepping in front of Wilson. "There is no need for this! Just collect all the people at Constant, and then everything will be resolved! Please!"

"Give them one last chance!" Said Newton, approaching his brother.

"I already gave them two chances! Two damn chances, why would I give them a third one?" Wilson asked, screaming.

"Because it would be irrelevant to kill them now!" Protested Dalton. "I suppose the majority of the group is together, but where are Maxwell and Woodie?"

"Wilson killed them!" Willow replied screaming, stamping his foot on the floor, being completely enraged.

"What?" Dalton questioned, completely scared and angry as he looked at his best friend, even Newton had opened his eyes wide.

"Wilson, is this true?" Dalton asked, completely enraged.

"Yes, but don't worry." Wilson replied, sighing and rolling his eyes. "Unfortunately, there are still a lot of Touch Stones on Constant, they will return ..."

Dalton sighed, trying to ease his stress. "At least that..."

"But what have I done it is not irrelevant if you give me a moment of peace!" Exclaimed the tyrant. "If I get rid of them now, I won't have any more worries! No escapes! No attempts to kill me! It's done!"

"Wilson, be rational! Don't let your anger get over your logic! If you allow them to stay, you will have peace anyway, it may take a few more moments, but it will be final!" Newton responded quickly.

The tyrant's brother then turned to the group of survivors, the Hounds had stopped to listen to their master's discussion with his old friend and brother. "You need to deny Maxwell's offers of freedom to you! We, Wilson, Dalton and Newton can offer something better for him and you! You just need to stay with us and stop these escape and murder plans!"

"And suffer at the hands of this nutcase you call your brother ?!" Willow asked angrily. "Never! You only say that because he treats you like his precious little friends!"

"Look, you just need to walk the line!" Said Dalton, approaching. "I swear we have the best of intentions!"

"You may have, Dalton, but your friend over there doesn't!" Exclaimed Winona.

"If I am saying that he has the best of intentions, why doubt me?" Dalton asked, shaking his head, desperate.

And then, the survivors were silent. As much as they didn't trust the tyrant at all, it's not like they have an option, or they would die now, or they would trust Dalton and Newton and follow the tyrant to at least survive.

"That's no reason to trust you!" Protested Warly. "It's possible that you're just manipulating us to stab us in the back!"

"You saw me, defending you when he hurt and cursed you!" Protested Dalton. "Be rational! I admit, a master manipulator would do this, but you need to trust me!"

Newton sighed, trying to remain calm. "Look, I understand that you don't want to go back to suffering, but it's the only way! It's the only way for everyone to survive!"

"I don't know how to do this, Dalton ..." Said Willow, sighing. "I don't know if I can trust him, and I'm too confused to decide whether or not to continue to trust you."

"Look at me, Willow." The clumsy one approached. "Do you really think I'm a bad guy? That I want your suffering?"

"No, but ... I just ... I don't want to go through all that again ..." replied the pyromaniac, on the verge of tears.

Dalton sighed as he approached and wrapped Willow in a hug. "No, my dear, no ..."

"I will not let you go through that suffering again," he said.

He was gently stroking the back of his pyromaniac friend, who was now really crying. Dalton could feel tears running down his back.

As much as everyone still had their doubts whether it was safe or not to trust Dalton, in addition to his lack of alternatives, everything so far seemed to indicate that it was the right choice, however much it might be accompanied by suffering. For now, it seemed that they would have to trust the clumsy.

"Ok, ok, ok! That's enough, all of this is already making me sick." Said the tyrant, tired from the display of affection. Wilson then went to the two of them, and forcibly separated them.

"Okay, I'll give you one more chance." Wilson's voice clearly showed that he was not in the mood to do this, but thanks to Dalton, the survivors would have a chance to live another day. "But this is the last one! Another slip and my Hounds will have a feast!" The beasts growled in disappointment at this.

"And besides, I kill Dalton before my pets slaughter you." The tyrant then pointed to his friend, who was wide-eyed and horrified. "He will die in my hands for his imbecility, do you want this burden on your conscience? Because the blood will be on your hands, and not on mine ..."

"And this is the guy you trust ..." muttered Winona, looking at Dalton.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" Said the tyrant, clearly quite irritated, as he walked away. If he heard another word from the survivors, he would change his mind.

"I already said we have good intentions ..." said Dalton, whispering to Winona, as he was too scared to speak out loud.

"Well, now that the situation has been resolved, what do we do now?" Wickerbottom asked.

"We will return to the region where my base is located, and you will collect the materials that I request."

"Not again ..." muttered Willow, with a sad and discouraged tone.

"Do you prefer to die for the Hounds ?!" Wilson asked, already knowing the answer. However, the monsters' ears went up, excited by the possibility.

"Anyway, you will come with me to check on my other lackeys daily." He said.

"Other lackeys ...?" Asked Wickerbottom, a little confused.

"Yes! My other lackeys!" Wilson commented cheerfully. "A long time ago, I managed to convince those stupid Pigs that I was a god with a stupid trick, I ignited a pool of alcohol, and threatened them by saying, that if they didn't obey me, I would dry up all the water sources, and set their houses on fire and plantations ... "

Dalton sighed briefly when he heard that, Wilson and his desire to be treated like a god extended to Constant, but well, at least it was for something useful, despite being a little cruel.

"I refuse to believe that you made such a gesture, Wilson ..." commented Newton, disappointed by his brother's attitude.

"Think what you want, I'm still a much better god than the fake gods out there!" Exclaimed the scientist, clearly launching a hint at the clumsy.

"What makes you think you are a god, really?" Questioned Winona, frustrated, this yearning that the scientist had to be god, frustrated the mechanics.

"What makes you think I'm not a god?" Wilson asks, turning to face Winona.

"You're more like the devil, that's what!" Exclaimed the worker, furious.

"I am the alpha, and the omega." The tyrant said, with a stern expression on his face. "I am both the god and the devil of this world, and my word is the last! So, if I say: Let there be light ...".

"There will be light!" He continued. "And if I say, do this and that, you will do ...".

Dalton was already getting fed up with the tyrant's bullshit, but as he didn't want to bring even more problems to the plan to save the survivors, he decided not to discuss it, after all, it's not like Wilson was going to change his opinion anyway, since he didn't changed in years.

The group walked for hours on end, and the tyrant's pets continued to accompany them, and when it started to get dark, Wilson smiled at the sight of a large stone wall, with two large Guard Pigs, next to a large wooden gate.

"We're here." Said Wilson, smiling widely. "Your god has returned!" The tyrant screamed, raising his Glass Cutter high, making the guards widen their eyes and run towards the man.

"GOD! GOD!" They screamed as they ran.

When they got close enough, they knelt with their faces to the ground, much to the tyrant's delight. "GOD! GOD!" They kept saying.

"This is ridiculous ..." mumbled the clumsy man, who was clearly not very happy with the whole story.

"This is respect for my divinity." Wilson says, still with a wide smile.

"Stand up, my loyal servants!" The tyrant continued, and the guards rose immediately. "Open the gates for me and my servants! And you, try to stay out here, defending my city." Wilson then looked at his Hounds.

And then, the guards followed his orders precisely, it was really as if he were their king, or rather, their "god".

As Wilson entered the city, he heard the Pigs scream and run towards him, calling him god, as they knelt.

"Get up!" The tyrant shouted. "Bring my crown and my cloak, and take my carriage to my throne!"

"You're kidding, right?" Winona asked, discredited.

And no, he was not kidding, in fact, several pigs brought a large wooden carriage, where they would carry Wilson, and three other Pigs, brought a silver crown, black armor with circular gold ornaments, and a black cloak.

The survivors were discredited, the tyrant was really treated as a divine being by the Pigs, at that rate they would easily get to give their lives for him.

After Wilson put on his armor and cloak, he proudly put on his crown, and sat on the seat of his carriage, and the pigs, with an effort, began to carry him, while the rest of the survivors followed him. They walked to an area where there were four obelisks, with a large staircase in the center, with a stone throne at the top.

Next to the structure, there was a large statue of the tyrant with his foot on top of the body of the old Maxwell statue. And as that was not enough, the statue of Wilson held the magician's head.

Even the material of the statues was different. While the magician was stone, the scientist was gold.

"Ah, I love this place!" Exclaimed the tyrant, with tangible pride in his voice. "This is how the whole world should be!"

"This is too presumptuous for me." Winona commented, rolling her eyes.

"Don't be boring!" Said Wilson. "It's a beautiful statue, there are many others for Constant ..." The tyrant smiled widely. "I intend to destroy all the old statues of Maxwell, and order them to build new ones made in my image."

"We really need to get out of this place, huh ..." Warly whispered, not wanting to even think about that future with Wilson's face sculpted everywhere.

"I listened!" Said Wilson, frowning at Warly.

The Pigs, when noticing the dissatisfaction of their god, pointed their spears towards the cook.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down there!" Exclaimed the cook, raising his hands.

"ATTACK?" They questioned the pigs with their spears, looking at their "god", Wilson.

"No, your god is very hungry today, he will prepare another offering for me." Said the tyrant.

And then, the pigs immediately lowered their weapons, causing the poor cook to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Welcome everyone, Bella Sion!" Wilson said, smiling widely, making the survivors tremble a little.

"GOD! GOD!" Other pigs quickly ran towards Wilson, pushing the survivors and knocking some down. "DOES GOD WANT A COLISEUM?"

"Yes, I'd love to! I hope you got big beasts ... "The tyrant then smiled widely.

"Coliseum?" Wickerbottom asked, frowning.

"Yes!" He replied cheerfully. "My servants collect monsters and beasts for a confrontation to the death against me ...".

"At this point I am not even surprised anymore ..." said Newton, who, although he thought he was stupid, was not at all surprised, since the tyrant's violent tendencies were already well known to the group.

"You guys are going to come watch my show, aren't you?" Wilson asked, smiling widely.

"Do we have a choice?" Newton asks, sighing.

"Amazingly, yes." Wilson replied. "Either you sit in the stands of the coliseum and watch me disembowel monsters, or you take your axes and picks and collect stones and wood for something I'm designing."

"Or else, you enter the coliseum and try your luck in a confrontation to the death against me..." The tyrant's morbid smile appeared slowly.

"I think I speak for everyone here, saying: No thanks, I prefer to work like a slave than that." Said Dalton, moving away from the place, heading towards the entrance and exit gate of the city, while others followed him.

Collecting tree trunks and stones was not an easy task, mainly due to the fact that there were many Pigs outside the village, who fought among themselves for who could collect more materials for their god, and now, they were rivaling the group of survivors, preventing them from concentrating or even stealing what they had collected.

"This log is mine, you idiot!" Yelled Winona, pulling on the trunk, while a scoundrel hog tried to steal it.

"GOD WANTS TRUNK! I GIVE TRUNK!" Exclaimed the pig, while pulling the trunk to the opposite side, the two looked like children fighting for a toy, until suddenly, a small stone hit the pig's face, causing no damage, but distracting it for a moment, giving the chance for mechanics to recover the trunk. Looking to the side, the pig realized that the stone had come from Dalton. "And there's more where it came from!" Said the clumsy man, with a pile of pebbles at his side.

"I KILL IT NOW!" The Pig yelled, running towards Dalton quickly.

"Damn it! Why can't I play the tough guy without giving me any trouble?" The clumsy screamed as he ran from the pig.

The two ran everywhere, Dalton was unable to lose the pig in any way, until his courageous action was returned in the form of a tree that fell exactly on the pig's head, knocking him out instantly, and looking at the origin of the trunk mysterious, Winona was there, with an ax in hand, she would not leave the clumsy in trouble right after receiving his help.

The mechanics just smiled at him. "No need to thank." She said, holding up the log that had been disputed, and heading towards the village, leaving Dalton standing there, his face pink and jaw dropping.

"My good God, she is fascinating." He said, from you, to you.

"Fascinating, Dalton?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

The clumsy man coughed when he realized what he had said. "I'm just saying that she is capable of doing truly incredible things, that's all ..."

"Hmm, so okay ..." said the pyromaniac, clearly finding Dalton's reaction very suspicious.

When nightfall began, the Pigs and the group of survivors began to return into the village, and present what they had achieved before Wilson, the king and god of that place.

"Hmmm ..." Wilson rose from his throne to observe all the material acquired, he had an unreadable expression on his face. After a few moments, he sighed and sat down again, gesturing, telling his lackeys to leave.

And then, the Pigs skipped away, following their leader's orders.

Suddenly, screams started to be heard. "Let us through! You stupid Pigs, we're exhausted! We're just asking for housing and supplies for tonight!" It was a very familiar voice ...

"Who knew ..." said Wilson, smiling widely. "Open the gate!" The tyrant shouted, and the entire village had listened.

In a few seconds, the gate began to open, revealing two well-known figures, who carried an expression of pure anger on their faces.

Woodie and Maxwell.

"Now, now, now ... What do we have here?" Said the tyrant, rising from his throne to be able to see the two better.

The magician raised his Dark Sword towards his former enemy, he was thirsty for his blood now. However, the guards quickly raised their spears towards the two survivors.

"KNEEL BEFORE GOD!" One of the guards yelled as drool flew towards Maxwell's face.

"God?" The magician questioned, indignant, not believing what he had heard. "My ears must be deceiving me ..."

The tyrant pointed to the place where his golden statue was, Maxwell could not see it because his eyes were already a little weak from his old age, but as soon as the Pigs lit incense next to the obelisks, the image began to become sharp for the magician and for Woodie.

There was the statue, Wilson holding Maxwell's head, while the tyrant stepped on his body lying on the floor.

"Tsc ..." The magician soon turned away, disgusted. "That's ridiculous..."

"Well, there is nothing here for you anyway!" Said Wilson, smiling widely. "I'm not going to give you another chance! I don't even know what went through my mind when I spared your life that time!" The man's face contorted and took on a stern expression.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to ask for another chance." Said Maxwell, with a serious expression, as soon as he turned back to the entrance, he would not stay another second in that place. "We are already on our way out."

"Mister Maxwell! Mister Woodie" The magician and the woodcutter turned their heads back, listening to Webber's voice, who ran, approached the two, and with him, and the rest of the survivors.

"Are you alive?" Maxwell was discredited, when he and Woodie had finally found a Touch Stone, they both feared the worst, but the group with all the members alive was invigorating.

Maxwell then directed his gaze to the other survivors, it was a great relief to see that they were all well, but what confused the magician was the reasons behind the tyrant's sudden pity, why he would spare the group once again, especially after what It happened?

"Nice!" Dalton said excitedly. "Now we just need to find the other survivors that are spread out over Constant, and then, everything will be ready to start the process, Wilson!"

"Yes." The tyrant then rose from his throne, and started down the stairs. "But I don't think they deserve to be with us anymore, especially him!" He then pointed at Maxwell.

"Oh, come on, Wilson!" Exclaimed the clumsy. "The plan is to get all survivors out of here, isn't it?"

"Well, I don't think he deserves to leave here anymore." He says, his face contorting with an expression of sadism and severity, a real spectacle of horrors for the survivors.

"Nobody deserves to stay in this hell forever, Wilson!" Newton argued.

"You know, I was seriously thinking ..." said Wilson, raising his Glass Cutter towards Maxwell. "That he shouldn't leave Constant."

"What? But why?" Newton asked. "I know what he did, but the plan was to get all survivors out of here!"

"The plan is mine, and I can modify it to make my will bow!" The tyrant spat, enraged.

"Please, Wilson!" Asked the clumsy. "No matter what happens next, just get everyone out of this place!"

The scientist brought his sharp weapon to the magician's neck. He wanted so badly to kill him now ...

"You will not be with us." The tyrant spat in the face of his former enemy. "You will come alone ..."

The magician soon wiped the spit off his face, his will was Wilson's, he wanted to punch the scientist to death at that moment.

"I don't really care." He said, closing his fists, with a tone of voice as serious as the tyrant, his anger was perceptible in his voice, it was possible to feel the hate seeping through his teeth, he wanted so badly to end the scientist's race.

"Then withdraw from my village." Said Wilson, pointing to the gate. "And if you dare to return, expect a punishment worse than death."

"Whatever then." Muttered Maxwell, turning and walking towards the exit. "I don't want to spend another second in this stupid and pathetic place, with these stupid Pigs."

"Ah, I assure you, pigs are much more useful and loyal than you are!" Said the scientist, or rather, shouted, since at that point the magician was already several meters away from Wilson.

"Go to your homes." Said Wilson, looking at the survivors as he pointed to a cluster of large wooden houses. "Sleep to get up early, we will have to go to several other places tomorrow."

Without protest, the group walked towards their homes, while the tyrant watched the gate of his village close. The magician was gone ...

"Why don't you let him stay with us?" Asked Willow, irritated.

"And what does it matter to you?" He said, looking threateningly at the pyromaniac. "Why all this yearning to be on his side?"

"And besides ..." continued the tyrant. "I don't want to have to deal with another assassination attempt."

Meanwhile, at the entrance and exit gate of the village, was Woodie, with her faithful friend Lucy.

"Open the gate." The woodcutter said. "I'm going with him."

The woodcutter left without even thinking twice, only briefly waving to the other survivors, and then he went running after the magician.

"Great! Less incompetent to worry about!" Said the tyrant.

"What harm did he do to you?" Dalton asked angrily.

"The usual, you know, tried to kill me." Wilson replied, already used to assassination attempts directed at him.

Dalton just sighed.

"Go to your dorm, now." Wilson continued, walking back to his throne.

Dalton, without saying anything more, just started walking towards the place where he would sleep, when night finally came. And she came, and with her, she came with thousands of Them eyes.

"Hello, my old friends, how are you?"

Them just stared at the tyrant on his throne with his piercing and constant threatening looks, the swine guards trembling with fear in the presence of the enigmatic beings. Wilson sighed in frustration when he noticed the pigs' fear.

"Go home, you cowards." He said bitterly. "I can handle this myself."

"We came here to offer you a proposal." Said one of Them, in a hazy voice.

"Ladies always come first, gentlemen." Said another voice, a female voice, very familiar ...

And then, the torches that lit up the golden statue of Wilson went out, as well as the torches that were close to his throne, leaving everything in complete darkness. All that could be seen in the darkness was Them's bright eyes.

"What is it this time, Charlie?" Asked the scientist, in a voice that well expressed his null desire to hear the proposal.

"Save your bitterness for Maxwell, scientist." She said, climbing the stairs until the tyrant's throne came, he could feel the lady's presence. "I can be docile to you, if you are to me ..."

"But I do not want." Replied the scientist, in a dry tone. "And I have plenty of bitterness, I don't need to keep it for anyone."

Wilson then felt sharp claws wrapping around his neck and pulling on him. "Be kind, and I promise I can repay you ..." She said, in a voice full of warmth and a little flirtatiousness, either by herself or by the darkness that had overwhelmed her. And as if all that wasn't enough, he still felt a blow, going towards his lips ...

She was practically rubbing the flirt.

"Enough of these indecencies ..." He said bitterly.

"I have no interest, I already spoke and I don't want to have to speak again." The tyrant continued, still in a serious, dry tone.

"Be rational!" She said, her tone becoming rough, pulling her claws up and creating tears in Wilson's neck, which started to bleed. Then she hugged the tyrant's breastplate behind his throne, and stroked it. "With me, all your dreams, desires and pleasures will come true, and you can make Maxwell's worst nightmares real ..."

"I don't need your help for this." Wilson replied, without even thinking twice. "Do you have anything else to say? If not, I ask you to leave."

The queen put her hand on Wilson's chin and lifted him up.

"With me, you can get everything done faster. I can make you king, Wilson. I can make you god ..."

"Like I said, I don't need your help." He said. "I'm already a god, I don't need anyone for that."

"And why be just a god at Constant?" Questioned one of Them, with his presence becoming closer to the throne. "We, we can give you the necessary power to establish an empire according to your will, you just need to follow some of our orders ..."

"I give orders, I don't follow them." Growled the tyrant, irritated. "A god is not sent, he commands."

"And besides, I don't need your power, do you understand?" He continued, opening a brief smile. "I am already the most powerful being who ever set foot in that filthy place."

"Listen here, insignificant!" The Them representative's cloudy voice was distorted. "Silence!" Charlie shouted, interrupting him.

"I remember hearing you tell Maxwell that my bites and scratches got you excited! I remember hearing him mock him saying that I was looking for a new" partner ", why not join me, so we both use this against him?" She asks. "Don't you find me attractive, after all?"

"I already told you, Charlie." Said the tyrant, his voice getting more and more serious. "I don't want to hear about your proposals, there's no use trying to persuade me."

"Well, then, this is it." She said, in a stern voice. "There will be no more proposals! And since you think I just send weak and pathetic monsters to battle, get ready! I will send you a surprise!" And then, Wilson can feel the queen dissipating in the darkness.

"And we will give you the opportunity again, scientist." Said the Them representative. "Accept our proposal, and you'll be able to accomplish everything you've always dreamed of ..."

"Good luck convincing me, they will need it." Said the tyrant, already tired of the Them's incessant offers.

Them just narrowed their eyes, and like Charlie, disappeared into the darkness.

"We will have your consent, sooner or later ..." Said the last remnant of the enigmatic beings.

"I doubt it." Muttered Wilson.

When morning came, the tyrant shouted for the group of survivors to rise, and he had woken the entire village with this. Willow, like the others, squirmed and groaned, they had forgotten how awful it was to wake up by Wilson's screams, that night away from the maniac had left them unaccustomed.

"It's time to go, you idiots!" Said Wilson.

"I had already forgotten what it was like to live with him ..." Warly muttered as he rubbed his eyes, that night of sleep without the tyrant had been perfect, it was sad to have to go back to the routine of after that, but they only had to accept .

"Do you want me to stick your face in the fire?" Wilson asked. "Again? Isn't that enough once?"

"No!" Warly said, desperately. "I had just woken up, I had no idea what I was saying!"

"So, I think you'd better be quiet, until you are sure that your mind is not slower than usual!" Said the leader of the survivors, bitterly.

"Attention!" The tyrant screamed again, making everyone present moan in pain. "My faithful worshipers of this world, I will return to my throne, in the eternity of eternities! I will go, but I will never go! I will be with you all, every day, and every night ..."

While their "god" spoke, the pigs around them believed in his words, many soon burst into tears, crying for having to see their god that they loved to leave again, it was the exact opposite of the other survivors, who just watched with empty expressions, they clearly were not very interested in that whole drama.

As Wilson passed and waved to his faithful, he threw flowers at his god, who smiled proudly. Dalton writhed in pain and shame, discredited, that was practically a mockery of the most cruel kind!

As soon as the guards opened the gates, Wilson turned to take one last look at the village, many Pigs were still crying and waving, a gesture the tyrant reciprocated, until the gates were closed. And then, the group went on its way, and the Hounds started to follow their master once again.

"Idiots." The tyrant said, smiling.

"What the hell is that show for?" Dalton asked bitterly.

"I was playing Jesus Christ." He replied, mocking the clumsy guy.

"Unbearable. You are unbearable!" Dalton said, enraged.

"Ah, come on!" Said the tyrant, still with a stupid smile on his face. "A god has to act like a god, doesn't he?"

"You were not acting like a god, you are mocking faith in god!" Dalton replied, rolling his eyes.

"Hm? But I am doing everything a god should do!" Wilson continued, still making his sarcasm very clear. "It was just like it, wasn't it?"

Dalton just shook his head and sighed. "I'm starting to wish I had really died when that stupid machine pulled me into this world."

"Let's get down to business ..." suggested Newton, seeing that this conversation would only result in Wilson increasingly provoking the clumsy.

The group of survivors continued walking, until they found, with a small encampment, where two old acquaintances talked together, seated in two felled tree trunks.

"I was tired of that asshole! That guy's spiky hair should be a subliminal message to: I am the devil." Said Woodie, looking at Maxwell, while holding his friend Lucy.

"Just ridiculous, what did he do with that place ..." said the magician, shaking his head. "Deceiving the poor pigs, pretending to be a 'god', typical of that imbecile."

"For blaspheming my name, I will burn your camp!" Wilson said, smiling broadly, teasing Dalton once again with his comments.

The poor clumsy man couldn't take his friend's incessant provocations anymore, he was starting to regret not running away with Maxwell at that moment ... No, he couldn't do that, he needed to continue the plan and get everyone out of that place, including Wilson, even if it means having to suffer at his hands all this time.

"Speaking literally of the devil." Said Woodie, looking at Maxwell.

"You scoffed at us enough yesterday, go away!" The magician said angrily. "We are no longer part of your camp, it makes no sense to continue harassing us!"

"Oh, come on, I know you missed ..." said the tyrant, clearly just provoking them both.

"Go away at once, Wilson, we don't want anything to do with you!" Exclaimed Maxwell. "Didn't you want to get rid of us? Then get out!"

"Wow, how much lack of sense of humor! How did Charlie like a grumpy old man like you? Oops, he fell!" Said Wilson, kicking the pot from the two survivors' camp, dropping the food on the floor.

"Anyway, since they don't want to have fun, I'm leaving." He continued.

"Hmpf ... It's too late ..." muttered Woodie, holding himself up so he wouldn't go after the scientist.

When Wilson and his group left, the woodcutter looked at the magician and commented, "I had to hold on to try not to kill him, now."

"I know how it is." Maxwell said, lifting the pot. "We will have to prepare something else to eat, I don't eat anything that fell on the floor."

"Well, I have no problem eating. I invented something called the five-second rule!" Said Woodie, while holding food on a plate, smiling. "If something falls on the floor, and you pick it up before five seconds have passed, it's okay to eat."

"Uh ... That's an interesting ... interesting way to think." Said the magician, a little disgusted, but more concerned with the woodcutter's health. "But I prefer to guarantee it."

"I will not waste these delicious meatballs, feel free to be fresh." Woodie said, smiling, putting some meatballs in his mouth. "Look Maxwell ..." He said, as he chewed his meal. "I'll be honest, I'm still a little upset about what you are, you were pretty stupid to bring others as well as me to this hellish world ..."

"Yeah, I know." The magician did not deny it, he knew very well that he made a very grave mistake. "I regret that, for sure, but we can't go back now."

"And I know that too." The woodcutter replied, still chewing the meatballs. "We will have to work together if we want to survive and find a way out, but as frustrating as it may be, I have to admit that from now on, life in this hell will become more difficult, due to the lack of support from that idiot."

"Well, at least we are free of him tormenting us." Maxwell said.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, mate." Woodie replied, sighing.

The magician looked at his companion, and reflected for a few seconds, before looking down again. "I remember Wilson talking about Dalton, about an escape plan for Constant ..."

"Do you think he's up to something?"

"Definitely." Maxwell replied. "And he even commented on modifying his original plans, so that I would be stuck, die and rot in Constant for the eternity of eternities."

"Well, I think the answer to last night's question is no longer a mystery to be decoded." He continued, as he rose from the log on which he was sitting. "Wilson will not return with us to our old world, he will be chained to Constant forever, without anyone remembering his name! And then, he will understand that he is an insignificant nobody! "

"That's it!" Exclaimed the woodcutter, who was also already wanting to pay back for everything the scientist had done against them.

"But any idea how we are going to get out of here?" He questions, right after.

"First, we'll have to find a way to get Charlie back to normal." The magician responds, sighing.

"She is still there somewhere, I know she is." He adds, quickly.

"But what if you're not, mate?" Woodie asks, scratching his beard.

"I'm sure she is." The magician said, although he was not exactly sure, he wanted to believe that his former companion still existed in the midst of that monster she had become.

"Look, I'm sorry if that sounds kind of boring ..." Said Woodie, his tone decreasing a little, he seemed less confident. "But I remember the asshole commenting on Charlie looking for him as a new mate, you know, mate ..." He said, making a quotation mark with his fingers. "What would you think, if this were really true?"

The magician was silent for a moment, thinking, was it really true? No, he refused to believe, certainly not ... But I couldn't be sure, at least not yet.

"I ..." He stepped back for a moment, wanting to answer that he was sure he didn't, but he lacked courage. "I dont know."

"Well, if it's really true ..." said Woodie scratching the back of his neck. "I would tell you to stay calm, there are a lot of fish in the sea, stud ..." He continued, with a smile, patting the magician on the shoulder.

"Thanks, I think ..." said Maxwell, with a little bit of disgust. "But I don't think I want anyone else."

"Well, Willow and Mrs. Wickerbottom seem to like you a lot." The woodcutter replied, with a light laugh, which Maxwell returned, Woodie was just trying to lift his mate's spirits.

"I remember the day Walter saw you turn into Werebeaver for the first time, he was so surprised!" The magician commented, with genuine happiness. "Apparently, legends about you circulate in our old world."

The two companions continued to talk for a long time, laughing, telling jokes about Wilson, and planning what they would do for them and the others to leave Constant, and imprison the tyrant forever. If he wants so much king and god of this world, may he reign an empire alone, without subjects.

Meanwhile, Wilson and his group of survivors had finally returned to their fortified haven. And he was very different, the great and extensive stone walls had been fortified with walls of Thulecite and Moon Rock.

"It's a beauty, isn't it?" The tyrant questioned, running his hand over the elegant, smooth wall.

There was no denying it, it was really an impressive fortress, it emitted a feeling of security that was unfortunately cut off by the presence of the tyrant, who already removed any feeling of comfort that the survivors could have.

However, without saying anything, the group just started walking towards the gate, and when entering the house, Dalton ran towards the Glommer, who with his many eyes, looked at the clumsy man, who quickly approached. The little creature had sparked a legitimate interest in the scientist.

"It is one of the most interesting species in the insect class!" Dalton commented, taking a sheet from the table. She continues the information that the clumsy had made about the little monster.

"I want this creature to die." Said Wendy, approaching. The phrase of the desolate little girl gave a worried expression on the face of the clumsy.

"But why is this?" Dalton asked, perplexed. "It is such a fascinating creature!"

"It is too happy a creature." She replied, without an ounce of emotion in her voice.

"This is no reason to wish for her death!" Dalton replied quickly.

"She didn't do anything to you, why would you want something like that?" He questioned the clumsy, receiving only an emotionless expression from Wendy in response.

He then approached Wendy and knelt down, placing his hand on the desolate woman's shoulder. "Look, you have been worrying me since the first day I got here, you have very dark thoughts about death at such a young age. I would like us to talk about this later, I am an expert in the field of psychology!

"Okay ..." Said Wendy, without changing her empty expression, she did not think Dalton would help in anything and was not in the least interested in participating in such a conversation, but, she decided to accept just to not be rude.

"Well, Dalton, since you consider this creature to be extremely interesting ..." said Wilson, approaching, with a wide smile on his face. "I could open it, so you could study its organs." He said, rotating his Glass Cutter.

"No no no no!" Exclaimed the clumsy, desperate. "N-No need!"

The Glommer seemed to have understood the intentions of the cruel leader, his eyes widened and the little creature began to tremble, hiding behind Dalton.

Wilson let out a small laugh, and turned to the group of survivors. "Well, Dalton and Newton will stay with me, we have to take care of some services, since you, will go out to collect all the materials you can find! Get your tools and backpacks, and Wickerbottom, you are the one who will take Chester this time!"

The survivors sighed, once again the tiring cycle began.

"Again?" Willow asked wearily. "We did this yesterday!"

"And again!" Wilson replied harshly.

"Ugh!" Muttered the pyromaniac, she was not in the mood to repeat this routine, but there was no way to debate, after all, this was her "last chance", according to the tyrant.

Without further comment, the survivors headed for the door, Wendy was the last to leave.

"Come on, we have a lot of work to do." Said Wilson, looking at his friend and brother.

On the side of the barrier, Wendy had distanced himself enough from the group, he had sat on a rock. She was looking at Abigail's delicate flower.

And his ghostly sister appeared, approaching the desolate one.

I feel tired Abigail, I don't have to go through death to face eternal suffering, the leader of Constant is hell incarnate." She said, looking down. "And the strangest thing is that his best friend tries to act like an angel who carries paradise within himself, to console me. Maybe he was really right, about being in purgatory ..."

"Do you think I should talk to him?" Wendy questioned, still looking down.

In response, Abigail just made a worried expression, and then nodded, as if to say "yes". It really saddened her to see her sister with thoughts like that, even though she was not alive she felt this sadness.

The little ghost just looked down, looking melancholy, similar to Wendy. She also didn't know if Dalton or Newton could be trusted, considering they were Wilson's old friends.

"I'm worried, Abigail." Said Wendy, when her sister said nothing. "I feel that those three scientists are working on something as deadly as death ..."

"But ... At the same time, I want to trust the leader's best friend ... Something tells me that he is not a bad person." She continued. "I do not know what to think..."

"Anyway ..." Wendy stood up. "If there is really any plan or project that will culminate in my and the eternal death of our companions, at least we will be free of the Devil from Constant. making me feel guilty for leaving and leaving my friends. They need me, but I don't want to be here ... "

"And do you still remember our father's name, Abigail?" Wendy asks, looking at her sister, who is quickly approaching. "I remember..."

"Jack Carter."

"Wilson, why did you put such a complicated security code on that door?" Dalton asked, looking at his old friend.

"So that you, or any of those idiots, will be poking around." Wilson replied harshly as he walked down the grand hall of the facility. "Now forget about this door, and keep your gaze on this one!" The tyrant pointed to that big door, what was behind it still surprised both Newton and Dalton.

"Face the door!" Wilson ordered.

"Is this really necessary?" Newton asks, smoothing his aching head. "You know we are your trusted companions, we would never comment on ..."

"I told you to face the door!" The clumsy and the tyrant's brother trembled, Newton's poor head suffered severely from the scream that had been given.

"Okay ..." said Newton, groaning.

As they put their faces against the big door, Wilson started to type in the requested code. And then, the door opened ...

"No matter how many times I see this, it always amazes me." Commented Dalton.

"What I do, it really causes such feelings in people, my old friend." Said Wilson, smiling widely.

"But anyway, check out the Ancient Obelisk, emitting nightmare light." Said Wilson.

Dalton quickly approached the arcane pieces of art. The fumbler had also noticed that there were some peculiar symbols in those things.

. I . I . I . I . I . I . I

.

"What kind of language is that? I've never seen anything like it!" Said Dalton, genuinely interested. "Wilson, can you decode this?" He questioned, for his friend, he had been at Constant for so long, maybe he had figured out how to solve that puzzle.

"I can read all of this without the need for decoding." The tyrant replied, without even turning to look at his friend.

"What is written, then?" Asked the clumsy man, doubting a little, but wanting to see if what his friend was saying was really true.

"I will not say!" Wilson replied, finally turning around, he had a wide smile on his face. "However, I can tell you where you can find the necessary figure, but it will be a long journey ..."

"So tell me, I want to study the messages that Ancient Civilization left for us, stuck in these obelisks!" Dalton commented, turning his gaze to what he considered to be a treasure left by fascinating beings.

"To find the key, you will first need to find other keys, it will be true what it is or what it is, and most importantly ..." He said, pausing dramatically.

"Searchfortherexord" completed. "Don't forget to and the slash, then look for the reception!

"What...?" Dalton wondered, a little confused, and then stopped to think a little.

" Searchfortherexord" Wilson repeated. "Don't forget to and the slash, then look for the reception!

"Where should I look?" Dalton asked, confused.

"Where do you go when looking for something?" Wilson asked, cryptically. "The puzzle is out, Dalton."

"Hmm ..." The clumsy guy didn't quite understand, but it didn't seem that Wilson was going to say anything more, it seems that he would have to find out the answer for himself.

However, there was no time for this, there was work to be done.

Who knows, someone else could solve this puzzle ...