"Enough!" Wilson hissed, loud enough to make everyone turn to him in shock. No matter how angry he usually got, he never got so loud that frost glazed the grass at his feet. That had only happened one other time when Willow had melted his whole field of glaciers.

Wilson cleared his throat awkwardly. He hated getting stared at. "What I meant by that was we think of some way to get the book away from Maxwell so he can't use it. The magic in the book is bound to it, correct Wickerbottom?" He said, quieter this time.

"Yes. If he doesn't have the book, he doesn't have its powers," she said, relieved that Wilson didn't yell his words at her.

Wilson nodded his thanks for her input. "Now, how do we get close enough to Maxwell to disarm him?" He asked, everyone, thinking before speaking.

Wigfred spoke first. "Why nöt just fight him? He öught tö be physically weaker than möst öf us." Wolfgang nodded in agreement.

Wilson shook his head. "No. He has that fog. He could easily surround himself and use it as a shield, along with many other spells he can use to protect himself," he reasoned, making the both of them droop with disappointment.

"WHAT IF WE USE CLOCKWORKS? THEY CAN GET INTO CLOSE QUARTERS WITH LESSER GOD MAXWELL," WX-78 suggested, motioning to one of the passing clockworks.

"Maxwell can posses the clockworks. Didn't I give you a copy of Clockwork Mechanics? Did you even read it?" Wilson asked, skeptical of the robot's thinking process.

For a robot, WX-78 looked nervous. "I SKIMMED IT..." He replied.

Groaning, Wilson looked to the others. "Any more ideas?" He said to them, all shaking their heads, trying their best to take in every possible detail. All except for Wickerbottom.

"What if one of us ambushed him while he's holding off the rest of us?" She said, sounding rather sure of her idea. Wilson thought for a moment. That is a pretty good idea... he thought.

"I like it. He would have to leave some sort of opening. Give us some sort of opportunity," he reasoned, everyone else nodding, grateful that Wickerbottom thought of them.

"Now we have to locate that slimy god," Willow said, voice slicked with hatred for the shadow god.

"Thank you, Willow. Yes, we have to find him before anything else happens," Wilson agreed, Willow looking a little too proud of herself.

And how are we going to do that...?