It has been two hours since then. The sun has set and the moon has risen. The night has arrived. When Ezekiel and Hugo woke up from their sleep, they stared at the ruined yet functional wooden clock. It is currently 6:45 PM, which is a bit later than they initially scheduled to wake up, but it doesn’t matter.
Both of them stood up, cracking their knuckles in determination.
“Are you ready, Hugo?” Ezekiel asked. “The people we saved this morning are nothing but monsters, with only the minority that aren’t. Do not hold back against them.”
“I won’t,” Hugo reassured his friend before recalling his tepoztopilli spear with telekinesis. “They made a fool out of me. We rescued a bunch of wicked people, but if we didn’t, then we wouldn’t know about the children.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Agreed.”