The wizards were going to have their lives changed forever. A new lord to obey, a new mission, a new home. They were shackled far away from Earth, in the darkest depths of the Magic Dimension, where once a powerful prince of darkness resided, before he was defeated by the very same Winx they were all bested by.

You would expect Lord Darkar's castle to be in ruins once he was no longer there, like an abandoned mansion. But he was a being of pure black magic, and with him gone, the place was flourishing with fauna and flora. Vines of ivy hung from the entrance's pillars, moss coated the stairs up and on several balconies resided birds, flowers, and butterflies. It still had that rugged abandonned Look to it, but the flowers and critters around gave it an ancient forest glow. Valtor and the wizards made it there after a brief teleportation spell; oh how Ogron wished Gantlos told him they should teleport away instead of getting in his way, he thought.

Once again, they were following Valtor who looked attentively at the decor, deciding which floras need to go and which ones can stay. "Hmm...this is going to take a lot of work," he deduces, "Henchman, you're on break. I'll summon you to the main throne room once I'm done renovating this place."

"You don't want us to help?", Gantlos asks, which prompts Valtor to chuckle.

"Eager, aren't we? Well, no unfortunately for you." Valtor replies, "I have a vision to turn this wilderness into my own castle, and I have a lot to work with. A villain is all about presentation, and I need the perfect office. Anyone that interferes with my new office even after I'm finished will be punished..."

"(He cares more about that than us...)" Gantlos thinks.

"Nevertheless, I must get to work, dear, all of you come to my office by 3, sharp," Valtor announces. He twirls his cape around himself, performing a magic act that makes him disappear in front of their very eyes.

"Ugh...that bastard..." Ogron growls.

"How come he called YOU 'dear'?" Anagan asks Gantlos. He shrugs, "It's not the first time," Gantlos replies.

"Oh like it changes anything that he gives you a pet name!" Ogron snaps. "Now we're stuck serving another pompous wanker and life is going to be hell all over again. We just got out of Omega and now we're here..."

Gantlos looks at him. He didn't want Ogron to be sad. "Well, Ogron, you still have us.", he says, reaching out for Ogron's hand. "You have me—"

"But you guys are in the same boat as ME." Ogron sighs, yanking his hand away. "So what's the point..."

Ogron walks away to find the nearest bench around. Anagan nudges Gantlos to go talk to him before him and Duman go explore the wilderness. Gantlos looks back at Ogron, looking sad and a bit pathetic right now.

"Ogron..?" Gantlos starts.

"What do you want now?" Ogron asks him.

"To keep you company, that's all."

"Alright, do what you want." Ogron replies.

Gantlos takes a deep breath before sitting down next to him. He looks at Ogron; he seems more at peace now, well, as much at peace as he can be. Gantlos also felt at peace, knowing Ogron was calming down more. He liked spending time with him, and now, here, under lavender clouds and pink skies, grey grass and flourishing ivies, everything at this moment felt soft and warm, it was beautiful. Almost...surreal, like none of this was happening, like it was a dream.

Ogron sighs and leans on Gantlos, making the blonde blush. "You're SURE everything will be alright?", Ogron asks Gantlos.

"Y-Yeah! I'm here for you..." Gantlos sighs. "Sure we have to listen to Valtor, which uhm, I guess that sucks, but hey, we could...make the most out of now..."

"What do you mean?" Ogron asks, lifting his head up. Gantlos gets closer and holds his chin. "Well...I could..." Gantlos whispers in a more seductive tone. "...make you feel better~"

Ogron gasps, his eyes lighting up, "You have a plan to take down Valtor?"

Gantlos looks at him surprised and baffled. "What- no I—"

"No? Ugh dammit." Ogron whines, getting up. "Well, we need a plan so that he doesn't have his way by making us his little pets that do everything he wants and obey him. Have any ideas?"

Gantlos says nothing.

"Hmm, okay. Well, it's 3 already so we should go get Duman and Anagan and meet the, ugh, new boss..." Ogron huffs, rolling his eyes at the 'boss' part.

"Yeah...yeah..." Gantlos sighs, getting up his turn. They find Duman and Anagan watching some birds fly by and tell them it's time. The four of them make their way to Valtor's office, Gantlos wishing Ogron would have picked up on what he really meant, how he wanted to do something more intimate with him. But alas, no, Ogron never listens to him...