After Candado enlisted the help of his comrades from the W.O.G.A.B., the presidents called for a meeting of nations to address the issue of Witnesses or Fugitives. Fortunately, 90% of the Bernstein organization's representatives agreed to collaborate in capturing the killers, while the remaining 10% refused to assist someone like Candado. From that day on, all countries in Latin America, Europe, Asia, Africa, and Oceania mobilized worldwide in search of the fugitives, whose faces and names appeared on Wanted posters.

Candado's companions tirelessly searched the outskirts of the town. He felt they were very close and that perhaps more than once they had crossed paths right in front of their noses, like ordinary people. The search continued, but there were no traces of those individuals until, on April 10, they attacked a guild in the city of Villa Ángela, specifically the guild of the Yacaré. Fortunately, there were no injuries or deaths.

Upon learning that the fugitives were responsible for this attack, Candado issued an order to the Semaphores to control the borders of Chaco. However, every time Candado made a decision, initiated a measure, or followed a lead on their whereabouts, everything disappeared without a trace. It was as if Desza was playing with Candado, seeking the pleasure of punishing him instead of pursuing fortune.

Nearly three months after the events at the tricolor agency, Desza and his team found refuge in their secret underground headquarters, a peculiar vehicle that moved through the depths of cities, a gift from their benefactors Greg and Pullbarey. This time, their transport was parked under an abandoned house, now for rent, and for the first time, they decided to go out to enjoy some fresh air. To achieve this, they dug a hole in the freshly cleaned garden.

However, Desza ordered them to bring gasoline for the transport, which was running out of fuel. Joel and Dockly ventured into the darkness of the night to obtain the necessary fuel. Meanwhile, the others anxiously awaited their return to continue their journey.

Surveillance was in charge of Jørgen and Desza, who occupied a large and comfortable room with a big fluffy red armchair, as well as a grand piano. Jørgen sat down and began to play one of Mozart's melodies, while Desza reclined casually in the armchair.

As the hours passed, the team decided to take a break in the house: exploring the place, resting, eating, whatever was necessary. While everyone engaged in their activities, Desza, observing the functional clock on the wall, noticed that both hands pointed to midnight. Upon realizing this, a smile spread across his face, and he said:

"Jørgen, tell me, do you know what day it is today?"

"No, sir, I don't," he responded, playing the piano.

Desza chuckled.

"Today is the anniversary of our escape from those incompetent guild members."

Jørgen paused and continued.

"Wow, time flies, sir. We would throw a party for this anniversary if we weren't being hunted halfway around the world. It would be a very good party."

"Relax, we'll have a moment and a place to celebrate."

"Sir, do you think it's a good idea to work for those two? I don't trust them."

"Don't worry. Pullbarey and the old man Greg have helped us, so there's nothing to worry about."

Jørgen turned to him and looked.

"How can you trust a complete stranger?" Desza got up from the armchair and looked at Jørgen.

"My friend, anyone who hates Candado is a brother."

"Sir, maybe they're double agents."

"Perhaps, but as long as I don't suspect them, everything will be fine. Don't worry, I would never do anything to harm them, Jørgen."

"I feel doubt creeping in about you."

"Don't worry, my friend."

"However, we are the most wanted people on the planet. How will we proceed? We hardly have any allies."

"That, my dear friend, was already planned, and everything that's happening is part of the plan."

"What could that plan be?"

Desza chuckled and approached Jørgen.

"The overthrow of Esteban Bonaparte Everett."

"That? It would be impossible."

"Do you think so?"

"Sir, unlike the guild members, the Circuitists have a tough stance. They won't rest until they catch us, and moreover, they're so resentful that they might even forge an alliance with the guilds to apprehend us."

"Relax, it seems like not sleeping for three long years is affecting you."

"What will we do when they come after us?"

"That's not going to happen. Esteban is hated by the Circuits because of his fraternization with the guilds; it's morally frowned upon."

"What will we gain from this?"

"My brother, once we've overthrown Esteban, the Circuit will be under our feet, and we will be the leaders. With that power, we can finally put an end to the Guilds once and for all."

"Will it work?"

"Of course. If we manage to remove him from power, I'll become their leader and command their forces to victory." Desza started to laugh wildly.

"Do you doubt me so much?"

"No."

"Then leave it to me."

Desza took his machete, cloaked himself in a black cape covering his head and mask.

"Where are you heading, sir?"

"I'm going to see Pullbarey and his servile old man."

"I'll accompany you."

"Good, remember to conceal your face."

Jørgen stood up and took a cloak identical to Desza's and a classic mask of a sad golden face. Both of them left the house and walked through the dark streets of Resistencia. The presence of the guilds was noticeable in the streets, among them Krauser, dressed in a dark brown trench coat, dark gala trousers, black leather boots, and his hat hiding his featureless face. He roamed the streets with two of his companions, hands in pockets. Desza and Jørgen dodged them and took another path, attempting to advance through the rooftops of the houses, but Moneda, accompanied by Ruth and Carolina, was walking there. Not only them; the rooftops were littered with Semaphores with lanterns.

"Why is there so much commotion?" Jørgen asked.

Desza chuckled.

"This is fun, I'd like to take them out," he said, pulling out his machete.

As he did so, Jørgen placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Hold on, sir, we still have important matters to attend to first."

Desza showed disappointment on his face and sheathed his machete.

"What a shame, maybe next time."

At that moment, they heard hurried footsteps of several people. Desza and Jørgen hid behind a building under construction and watched as Krauser stormed past.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!"

"My brothers saw them near a gas station," Maidana said. Krauser grabbed him by the shoulders and yelled at him while partially revealing his sinister grin.

"Where? Spit it out, Maidana."

"They saw them at the YPF gas station nearby." Krauser let him go and turned around. "Leen, alert those patrolling in that area, I want the whole block searched." After saying that, Krauser and the others ran off in different directions.

Once they were gone, Desza and Jørgen emerged from their hiding spot.

"It seems our team is in danger."

"What do we do, sir?"

"We'll go save their asses. I lost many recruits in that assault. I won't let them be eliminated. I need Dockly's keen eyes and Joel's thieving skills."

"Very well, let's cut through and find them."

Desza and Jørgen took a back alley and ran through it, keeping a distance from their captors. Along their route, they had to destroy the large light poles to distract the enemies. Once they headed towards the damaged lights to investigate what was happening, Desza and Jørgen took the opportunity to get further away.

"What happened?" Krauser asked.

"It looks like someone or something cut these poles," David said.

Krauser ran his fingers over the cut area, then looked at his comrades.

"Search this entire area, they're close."

Desza laughed at the situation. Despite almost being caught for such behavior, his machete could cut through anything, including steel. In these past few months, Desza was more hysterical than ever. Never in his life had his machete been stopped by anything, and since the last showdown with Candado, he had seen his machete get stuck in his rival's bone. Since then, he sharpened it more often and used it to cut the toughest things he could find. This way, he would prove capable of beheading Candado.

They wandered through all the streets of dark Resistencia and couldn't find Dockly and Joel. But when all seemed lost, they could hear the sounds of a nearby fight.

"Sir..."

"Yes, I know," he interrupted.

Desza drew his machete and gestured for Jørgen to follow him. Just around the corner, they could see Joel and Dockly fighting with five men (Maldonado, Cabaña, Frederick Fliipoff, Rozkiewicz, and Addel) who seemed to have them cornered. Joel was throwing his needles at Frederick and Cabaña, but they were very cunning and quick.

"Vermin, losers," Frederick said as he vanished before their eyes.

"Cabaña, attack them head-on, and I'll cover their defense."

"At your command." Cabaña ran towards him at an incredible speed and jumped towards Joel. Joel noticed and threw needles at him, but Cabaña skillfully ran through the air and caught his threads.

"Neutralized." Addel and Frederick appeared behind him and attacked, but before they could reach Joel, Dockly covered his back and shot them with his golden Winchester rifle, causing them to dodge.

"Thanks, old man."

"Don't mention it," Dockly said as he reloaded.

"It's playtime." Maldonado managed to disarm him with a kick.

"Stop! You're under arrest for being loyal to a forbidden organization of the Circuits."

"I don't give a damn."

Then, Dockly drew a pistol from his belt and fired, but fortunately, Maldonado emerged unscathed. At that moment, Jørgen and Desza jumped into the scene to help their comrades.

"You!" Rozkiewicz shouted.

"I am Desza, the desecrator, and I salute your bravery in confronting me and my subordinates."

At that moment, filled with anger and bitterness upon seeing again the face that was present at the massacre of his brothers, Rozkiewicz clenched his hands tightly and struck the Semaphore badge on his shoulder, letting out a yell.

"ATTENTION ALL UNITS! DESZA IS HERE! DESZA IS HERE! COME QUICK!"

The message reached all those patrolling the area, children, teenagers, and adults. Even Krauser heard it.

"Desza, you bastard, I'll make sure you never worry about tomorrow, because for you, there won't be a tomorrow."

With these words, Krauser ran to where his comrades were fighting. Meanwhile, Desza and his team sensed they would be cornered if they didn't act soon.

"What do we do, boss?" Dockly asked.

"What? What do we do? Easy, I'm going to have a little fun with them. Being idle for the past three months was hell. You guys run and go meet up with Pullbarey."

"No, sir, we'll fight alongside you," Jørgen said.

"Fine, do as you wish."

Once the team decided to fight alongside their boss, they waited.

Frederick was the first to attack; his strength was incredible, however, he couldn't match Dockly's quick fingers. Perched on the walls with special equipment, he attacked them with his weapons, shooting and reloading like a pro.

"I'll handle the big guy, you guys take care of them," Frederick said.

Everyone nodded and went after the three at their feet. Cabaña charged at Joel, but he wasn't going to fool him twice. He approached him, and they exchanged clean punches. Joel's defense was magnificent; he blocked and returned blows, while Cabaña used his wit and speed to wear him down. However, speed was enough to severely injure him, leaving him almost out of the fight, but he kept on fighting.

Addel went to attack Jørgen, who patiently waited for him to come alone. But as Addel appeared and disappeared from the spot, it made it impossible to attack someone like him. Jørgen used his speed to attack him, enclosing him within his swift whirlwind and striking.

Rozkiewicz and Maldonado wanted Desza's head, so they decided to cooperate to defeat him. Rozkiewicz had to reserve the use of his metamorphosis since the area wasn't suitable, so he had to use his normal powers like quantum energy (things like portals and such). He would go through a wall and appear on the other side. Maldonado attacked him with his martial arts skills, defense, and attack. But it was futile; Desza was an expert. While swinging that dangerous machete, Rozkiewicz fought from afar and limited himself to attack him from close range, while Maldonado kicked and punched. Desza stopped him with his machete and his arms.

Frederick, using his speed, attacked Dockly while he fired with a large Eagle that came out of his sleeve. He shot and shot, but Frederick zigzagged the bullets from the pistol. When he got close, he drew a sword and prepared to cut him in half. Dockly leaned and rolled quickly forward, then stood up and drew his Winchester again and started shooting at him, again. But Frederick jumped off the building and whistled, and from the darkness, stray dogs came and helped him to his feet. At that moment, Dockly ran towards him and saw some lights heading towards them.

"No, it can't be, they're already here."

Then, he turned and saw his comrades still fighting. While Rozkiewicz battled with his opponent, he could feel the energy of his reinforcements nearby and, with a smile, he struck Desza. Though they didn't affect him, it caused him to move far enough away. Then, when he was far from him, he pulled a flare from his clothing and shot it into the sky. Dockly didn't manage to shoot him to prevent him from doing so. Once the light illuminated the night sky, Krauser and the others hurried to arrive, especially him, who, using his tentacles, arrived faster due to the buildings and houses there. When he could visualize the person who had harmed him, he went with all his might and launched himself at him with indescribable rage. Though he had no face, fury marked the bones of his face, the eye sockets, and nose, which were almost visible.

He landed in the middle of the field, interrupting the fight between Maldonado and Rozkiewicz against Desza. Then, he stood up and looked at that blond and well-groomed man.

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"You're going to pay for the deaths you caused with your life, you disgusting and repugnant human cockroach."

Desza laughed at the insult from Krauser.

"Well, Reinhold Krauser, I see you're very formal for tonight. Do you have a date today?"

"Yes, I have a date with your funeral."

At that moment, he took a violin out of his back. Desza was totally surprised. He went at full speed towards him, but couldn't. Krauser began to play his violin, paralyzing him and everyone around, including his friends.

"Feel the anger of the fallen, damned bastards."

"I think I underestimated these stupid creatures too much," Desza said as he tried to break free from that paralysis.

Krauser took earmuffs from his pockets thanks to his tentacles and placed them on each of his friends. Once they had them on, they could move. And, with a prominent microphone, he said:

"Listen, I want you to noqueen them, so we can take them away."

Everyone agreed and decided to go after him, and when they were close enough, Desza smiled and reached, with difficulty, into his pocket. Then, he looked at them all and said.

"It was very fun, but I have to go."

Then, he took out a vial with a pink liquid and drank it. Afterward, for strange reasons, he could move ten times faster than before. He went to Krauser and embedded his machete in his chest, spitting blood onto Desza's face as he maintained a smile. Then, he pushed him towards his companions and gave an order with his raised fist for them to follow him, while he ran and moved away from the place, with his lackeys following them, except for Jørgen, who was still fighting with Addel.

Krauser lay on the ground spitting blood, while the others tried to stop the bleeding. Krauser stood up, pushing Rozkiewicz and Frederick.

"Get out of my way, Desza is escaping."

Then, he removed his trench coat, hat, and threw it to Cabaña.

"You won't escape so easily."

Krauser's wound closed as he emitted red smoke; not only that, his clothes also repaired themselves.

"What do you plan to do?" Cabaña asked surprised.

Krauser responded by showing his tentacles from his back, and without looking at him, he said.

"I'll go and do justice."

After saying those words, Krauser began to go after him, rising into the sky with his tentacles and running, leaving holes in the ground.

"What do we do now?" Maldonado asked.

"I also have unfinished business with Desza, and I don't intend to lose to him."

"What about me?" Cabaña asked.

"Call for reinforcements and tell them to search the entire city. If they're here, it means their hideout is nearby."

"At your command."

Then, Cabaña went at full speed with his power to inform the others to patrol and search for their hideout, leaving Rozkiewicz and Maldonado alone.

"What are you doing here, Borrador?" Maldonado rolled up his sleeves and said.

"Desza joined the Circuits for a while, but then he abandoned us and rebuilt something that is forbidden. The issues he has with you are your problem. Desza has to pay for violating one of our laws."

"What about the smoky one?"

"He'll be fine, he can take care of himself. I, on the other hand, have to catch him."

After saying that, Maldonado took off running, following Krauser's footsteps.

"Then it will be a race," he said as he chased after him.

When everyone left, on the roof of a building, Jørgen and Addel were fighting. Despite the latter having everything in his favor to win, his enemy was making it difficult for him. He couldn't grab hold of him; Jørgen's Metal powers somehow nullified his grip on him. But not only that, Jørgen was the first person who could hit him. It was the first time he had an opponent who made things difficult at every moment.

"You're good, for a Witness," Addel remarked.

Jørgen, with a serious and cold expression, replied.

"You're the person Jane fought. She told me those powders would kill you; I see she was wrong."

"Oh, I see you have a connection with them."

"They're my family," he said, then lunged at him and punched him in the face, while Addel covered himself with his arms.

When it got tough, he lowered himself onto his chest and finished with a kick to the waist, pushing him to the right. Then, he transformed his left hand into a sword and ran towards him. Addel stood up, grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him into the ground, cracking it. Jørgen struck back with a kick to Addel's chest, pushing him away. Then, he leaped and delivered thirty punches to Addel's chest in just two seconds. He then grabbed Addel's foot and spun him around, sending him crashing to the ground. However, his body evaporated as soon as it touched the ground. Jørgen landed on the ground and continued the fight. In the distance, he could see a group of people with flashlights moving away. Jørgen cut a lamppost with his left hand turned into a sword, picked it up, and hit Addel, but he didn't manage to hurt him. Then, he jumped and cut the high-tension cables above his head, leaving the entire block in darkness. Taking advantage of the darkness, Jørgen gave it his all against Addel, but he could still fight. Not only that, he could see in the darkness.

"Is that all you've got?" Addel asked as he stopped his blows.

"No, not yet." In that moment, Jørgen's eyes glowed blue, and not only that, small root-like fragments from his arms began to glow.

Jørgen then began to give it his all. With his expressionless face, he started a whirlwind of punches. Addel, taking advantage of the situation, turned into a lump and flew through the air, only to become a kind of cloud that ended up enclosing and trapping him. Jørgen drilled into the ground and came out the other end. Then he turned around and kicked him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground.

"I would like to finish this encounter, but I have to help my lord." Then, Jørgen started running through the air, leaving Addel lying on the ground, looking at his dirty hat beside him.

"Wow, that's strong, Jørgen Czacki," he smiled. "What a tough character."

Then he started laughing as he stood up, took his hat, dusted it off, put it on his smokey white head, and said. "He's strong, but I won't give up." Then he jumped up and started following him.

Meanwhile, Desza and the others were running and escaping from Krauser, who was hot on their heels.

"We left Jørgen behind," said Joel.

"Don't worry, Czacki can take care of himself," said Dockly as he loaded his rifle.

"He's right, he'll be fine," said Desza.

Then, the lights began to go out, the path was invaded by total darkness. The streets were empty; there was not a soul in that place, other than them and their pursuers.

"DESZAAAAAA!" Krauser shouted.

"Oh no, that damn guy didn't die."

"Nothing kills him, my dear Joel," Desza said with a smile.

"What do we do?" asked Dockly as he fired at their backs.

"We have to lose them somehow and regroup with Pullbarey."

Krauser's footsteps felt closer and closer, to the point of being able to see his malevolent figure in the darkness. Dockly loaded his wínchester again and began to shoot at him, but the bullets didn't harm him.

After saying that, Maldonado took off running, following Krauser's footsteps.

"Then it will be a race," he said as he chased after him.

When everyone left, on the roof of a building, Jørgen and Addel were fighting. Despite the latter having everything in his favor to win, his enemy was making it difficult for him. He couldn't grab hold of him; Jørgen's Metal powers somehow nullified his grip on him. But not only that, Jørgen was the first person who could hit him. It was the first time he had an opponent who made things difficult at every moment.

"You're good, for a Witness," Addel remarked.

Jørgen, with a serious and cold expression, replied.

"You're the person Jane fought. She told me those powders would kill you; I see she was wrong."

"Oh, I see you have a connection with them."

"They're my family," he said, then lunged at him and punched him in the face, while Addel covered himself with his arms.

When it got tough, he lowered himself onto his chest and finished with a kick to the waist, pushing him to the right. Then, he transformed his left hand into a sword and ran towards him. Addel stood up, grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him into the ground, cracking it. Jørgen struck back with a kick to Addel's chest, pushing him away. Then, he leaped and delivered thirty punches to Addel's chest in just two seconds. He then grabbed Addel's foot and spun him around, sending him crashing to the ground. However, his body evaporated as soon as it touched the ground. Jørgen landed on the ground and continued the fight. In the distance, he could see a group of people with flashlights moving away. Jørgen cut a lamppost with his left hand turned into a sword, picked it up, and hit Addel, but he didn't manage to hurt him. Then, he jumped and cut the high-tension cables above his head, leaving the entire block in darkness. Taking advantage of the darkness, Jørgen gave it his all against Addel, but he could still fight. Not only that, he could see in the darkness.

"Is that all you've got?" Addel asked as he stopped his blows.

"No, not yet." In that moment, Jørgen's eyes glowed blue, and not only that, small root-like fragments from his arms began to glow.

Jørgen then began to give it his all. With his expressionless face, he started a whirlwind of punches. Addel, taking advantage of the situation, turned into a lump and flew through the air, only to become a kind of cloud that ended up enclosing and trapping him. Jørgen drilled into the ground and came out the other end. Then he turned around and kicked him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground.

"I would like to finish this encounter, but I have to help my lord." Then, Jørgen started running through the air, leaving Addel lying on the ground, looking at his dirty hat beside him.

"Wow, that's strong, Jørgen Czacki," he smiled. "What a tough character."

Then he started laughing as he stood up, took his hat, dusted it off, put it on his smokey white head, and said. "He's strong, but I won't give up." Then he jumped up and started following him.

Meanwhile, Desza and the others were running and escaping from Krauser, who was hot on their heels.

"We left Jørgen behind," said Joel.

"Don't worry, Czacki can take care of himself," said Dockly as he loaded his rifle.

"He's right, he'll be fine," said Desza.

Then, the lights began to go out, the path was invaded by total darkness. The streets were empty; there was not a soul in that place, other than them and their pursuers.

"DESZAAAAAA!" Krauser shouted.

"Oh no, that damn guy didn't die."

"Nothing kills him, my dear Joel," Desza said with a smile.

"What do we do?" asked Dockly as he fired at their backs.

"We have to lose them somehow and regroup with Pullbarey."

Krauser's footsteps felt closer and closer, to the point of being able to see his malevolent figure in the darkness. Dockly loaded his wínchester again and began to shoot at him, but the bullets didn't harm him.

"DESZA! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!" Krauser shouted.

Desza, laughing, retorted, "SORRY, BUT I PLAN TO LIVE A LONG TIME!"

After that, he stopped, turned, and ran towards where Krauser was coming from, leaving Dockly and Joel confused. Desza, with his psychopathic laughter and his bloodied machete (a product of the wound he had inflicted on Krauser), dangerously sharp, ran towards Krauser's tentacles, while Krauser disfigured his white face and turned it into a hideous, inhumanly large mouth, covering the entire face, showing sharp teeth with a long, black tongue, holes in the eye area, exposing dark eye sockets, peeling off the skin like when you stretch a fabric until it breaks, and with a horrifying scream. Dockly and Joel were terrified to see such a monster, but Desza showed no fear or hesitation as he approached that abominable creature. And when he was close enough, he began to cut Krauser's tentacles, and noticing his plan, Krauser lowered and showed his monstrous face, starting the second battle between these two, Krauser's rage against Desza's psychopathic mind. Fighting until one of them lost their life.

"What's the matter, Krauser? Having a tantrum?" Desza taunted.

"I'LL TEAR OFF YOUR SKIN AND EAT ALL YOUR ORGANS!" Krauser shouted with a terribly deformed and monstrous voice.

Desza smiled and began to swing towards him with his machete. Krauser just dodged; the wound Desza had inflicted still hurt him, but that didn't stop him from fighting, while Desza cut the tentacles that came close to him. Krauser was too furious to feel pain for the loss of his limbs. Until at one point, Desza jumped onto a parked car there and jumped towards him. But this time, he cut his head from side to side, as if it were a flower opening. This didn't end his life; he was still alive, and as he hit Desza, he regenerated himself until both parts of his head were joined together again.

"Do you think something like that will kill me?"

"No, but I want to see how far you can regenerate."

Krauser wrapped Desza with one of his tentacles around his waist and slammed him against a wall. His friends, horrified to see their powerful leader defeated, ran to help him. Dockly reloaded his weapon and shot him in the head, while Joel jumped throwing his needles at him.

"FOOLS!" Krauser shouted.

But before he could do anything against them, Desza shot out of the debris, bloodied and with a smile, he jumped towards him.

"HE'S MINE!" Desza shouted.

Then he began to make terrible cuts on his body, until he ended up cutting off one of his legs.

"JOEL, DOCKLY! NOW!"

When both heard their leader's order, they ran with all their might. Then they flew through the air, to later attack him separately. Dockly shot him in the head with his rifle, while Joel tied him with his threads to the lamp posts nearby. But even so, Krauser, headless and tied up, continued fighting. He kicked Dockly in the chest, causing him to collide with a car and set off the alarm.

Then, from the shadows, Rozkiewicz and Maldonado emerged.

"The help has arrived," Maldonado said.

Dockly aimed his rifle at them and started shooting. Desza took Joel's hand and threw him onto the roof, and once there, he threw his threads to his companions. They grabbed them and began to climb the walls.

"They're escaping."

"Forget about them, Maldonado, we have to help Krauser."

Maldonado hesitated and looked both ways, but he decided to help Krauser. He cut the threads he was tied to, and fell into Rozkiewicz's arms.

"Mannequin, that was stupid, fighting without our help."

"Let me go, he's getting away, go after him," Krauser said as his face recovered. You could see where he spoke, it looked as if he had two mouths, one to speak and the other to intimidate.

"Damn, this hurts a lot," Krauser said as he returned his voice and face to normal.

"Holy God, they're probably already far away," he said as he put Krauser's arm behind his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"We're enemies, but I'm not one of those people who would abandon the enemy in their misery. The night is young, we still collaborate."

"Imbeciles," Krauser said before losing consciousness.

"Alright, alright, mannequin," he said as he patted him on the back. "We have to take him back to the agency. Thank goodness Joaquín isn't here, he'd probably rip my lungs out."

"Where's Jørgen?"

"Relax, Dockly, he'll be fine. He's probably coming behind us at this moment, or maybe he's already reunited with Pullbarey."

"Does he know where it is?" Joel asked.

"Oh, I forgot, better dismiss that last part."

"I hope nothing happened to him," Joel said worriedly.

At that moment, a strange figure was running through the air, with Joel being the only one who could see it since he was looking at the sky; Dockly and Desza hadn't noticed yet.

"THERE! LOOK!"

Both looked up as they ran.

"Jørgen Czacki's triumphant entrance," Desza said with a proud smile.

"SIR!" Jørgen shouted when he saw his comrades.

And once he could distinguish them, he descended from the air to run alongside his comrades.

"Where have you been?" Joel asked.

"Worried?" he asked in a serious tone.

"Come on, who's going to worry about you?" Dockly made a face and laughed at what Joel said.

"What? Do you have something to say?"

"Turn off your engines already, we still have to get to the meeting place so save your disputes for later."

"Sir, what's the reason for going to that place?"

"It's simple, I want to gather some more information. The last time I saw him was when we handed over the Harambee documents."

"I'd like to know what they're up to."

"Everything will be revealed in due time, Jørgen, so be patient."

"I hope so, sir, I hope so."

Although everything remained doubtful for Jørgen, he remained faithful to his friend. In fact, he was the only one he considered a friend, but he always had his doubts about how to continue on the path he had chosen; he already had blood on his hands, there was no turning back. He was aware that Desza was not a good person; in fact, his mental sanity was at an all-time low, however, he never abandoned him.

The hours of the night passed, and every time they tried to escape from their captors, they ran into another line of Traffic Lights. With each step and each second, the numbers of their enemies grew, and so did the level of alertness in the streets. There was almost nowhere to run or hide. The activities of the Traffic Lights were scattered everywhere, but with their agility and impetuous silence, it made it much easier for them to evade them each time, although they had difficulties with one of them more than once, as some were too observant to fool. But things ended when they reached the outskirts of Resistance. In the depths of the forest, they found a mansion. Desza, armed with his machete, began to cut and cut until he found the entrance to the house. Jørgen knocked on the door, and it immediately opened, but there was no one inside, or so they thought, as they heard a voice identical to Desza's, only deeper and more grating.

"Please, come in, don't be shy," said the mysterious voice. Jørgen and Dockly suspected about entering that house, but Desza and Joel decided to go in as if it were their own home.

"Come on, don't stay outside just because of your paranoia, come in." Jørgen and Dockly looked at each other; the latter shrugged and entered, while Jørgen followed him, still looking back. However, when his whole body entered the house, the door slammed shut with a loud noise.

"I don't like this place," Jørgen said as he looked at the door.

"Stop complaining," Desza said mockingly.

Jørgen moved away from the door and decided to follow the others. At first, they didn't exactly know where to go. The place was so big that it was difficult to locate them. They opted to follow the only light coming from a room, heading towards it.

Upon entering, they discovered a huge room with a large window, thousands and thousands of books around, a black carpeted floor, and a wooden ceiling. However, their attention was drawn to a boy with a metal mask, sitting in an elegant armchair, reading a book. He was accompanied by a well-dressed old man, in a suit and tie, a neatly trimmed mustache covering his lips, a scar on his forehead, and a stylish hairstyle.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Pullbarey said without looking at them.

Desza walked towards him, knelt down, closed his eyes, and with a smile said, "Greetings, sir."

"Why are you in my house at this hour?"

"Well, sir, I would like to know something. I couldn't send you a letter or an email; I wanted to hear it from your own lips," then he opened his left eye, "if you have one."

Pullbarey looked away from the book and stared at him.

"Oh, you're a very interesting human being."

"And you're a very interesting host," Desza said as he stood up.

"What do you want to know?" Pullbarey asked as he closed his book.

"You previously mentioned that you had enchanted Candado, correct?"

"Correct, I did."

"What is your specific hatred towards Candado?"

Pullbarey brought his index finger to the mouth of the mask.

"Interesting, I never thought you'd ask me this question. However, I want you to tell me yours first."

"My hatred towards him is a result of him taking something very important from me, my powers."

"Great, honestly, I didn't know Candado had that ability, but as promised, I'll tell you."

Pullbarey gestured to Greg with his hand; understanding what he meant, Greg walked to the window and closed the curtains, then returned to his side.

"Well, I'm not from this planet."

"Are you kidding, right?" Dockly asked.

"Silence, brat."

Pullbarey looked at Greg and said, "Relax, it's normal for beings like you to think that way," then he looked at Desza. "Have you never wondered? Why do you have powers? Or why are you capable of doing everything you do?"

"Actually, everyone says it was because of that meteorite," Jørgen said.

"But who brought it? Everyone fell silent upon hearing the question; there was no way to answer something like that."

"Exactly, all living beings on this planet stuck with the idea that this stone gave them all the powers you have now."

"Why did it come to Earth? Why us?" Dockly asked.

"You?" Pullbarey laughed at the question, as if it were silly, and then continued. "No, it was an accident, in fact, that event should never have happened. You see, humans, I killed the leader of my planet and planned to end a resistance called Roobóleo, but luck was not on my side, and when they found out what was coming, they took the powers of the god Keplant and stored them in a ship, which they launched into space, to keep them away from me."

"Why?" Joel asked.

"I wanted to end the damn war on my planet, not to mention I wanted to avenge the Baris for what they did, but I was betrayed by the people I loved the most. So, I took care of them one by one. At this moment, while I'm talking, there's a fierce war raging on my planet, I'm in my palace sleeping, but my mind is here, so if I die, my mind will be safe and can return to my original body."

"Why did you come to this planet?" Jørgen asked.

"I came here to reclaim what's rightfully mine, but by the time I arrived, it was too late; the machine was destroyed, and the powers of the god Keplant fell into the hands of you. However, only one of the millions of humans inhabiting this small rock has the powers of the god Keplant. And that's Candado. I came here to claim what's rightfully mine."

"Why do you want it?" Desza asked.

"To eliminate my enemies from my planet and be the true master of my home; only I can help my people."

Desza stood up and applauded. "Bravo, I love that kind of commitment, and I promise to help you get rid of that damn obstacle."

"You're a very peculiar human."

"Tell me, you mentioned a Bari a while ago, what is that?" Jørgen asked.

"They're like me, only they're harder to attack and pin down."

"How many are there?" Joel asked.

"Well, on my planet they are my greatest enemies, but here, there are only 43."

"Wow, I thought there would be more," Desza said, disappointed.

"Remember, they're just spies, nothing more. They monitor human life and compare it to ours, although I'm sure many are allies of the humans."

"Does Candado have one?" Desza asked.

"Of course, his name is Tínbari. He and I are great enemies. I would love to end his life for daring to interrupt me; I was so close at that moment." He looked at his hands for a moment, then glanced at everyone. "Anyway, that's all, thank you for visiting."

"It has been an honor," he then looked at his companions and continued. "Well, comrades, it's time to go home."

As Desza and everyone prepared to leave the room, Jørgen stopped halfway. Then he turned and looked at Pullbarey.

"What are you doing?" Desza asked.

Jørgen didn't listen and kept his gaze on Pullbarey.

"I have one last question."

"Go ahead, tell me."

"What's the name of your planet?"

"It's strange that you ask that, why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity," Jørgen said coldly.

Pullbarey let out a laugh and said:

"Cotorium."