Maxwell had won. You'd been foolish to try freeing him from his throne. You now found yourself bound to the chair he once sat in, possibly for eternity.

There was an upside, though. Where you had once struggled to survive as Maxwell periodically taunted you, the roles were reversed. Your apparitions were only brief, just as his had been, but how wonderful it was to see him suffer after what he did to you.

One night, you appeared only to find Maxwell sat by a campfire, dishevelled and miserable.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a silver lining to your new position.