Maxwell's face darkened as shadow moved around it. "Listen here, missy. One battle can wait, my request cannot. You really should consider it. There are things in this multiverse who could crush you. Things that not many could conquer. Should you reconsider, which I hope you do, here's my card." He flicks a small piece of paper at her, which reads
Maxwell
Puppeteer of Shadow
Split card in two to call
"Have fun with your flying grannies, kid." He walks back to the pillar, and it slides down to the ground. "I guess i'll have to look elsewhere to recruit volunteers. It's a shame, none of them asked what I might give in return. Power is a very hefty price." He grins and slams into the ground with an even louder BOOOOM! and the camera seemingly follows him.
In the world of Don't Starve sat Maxwell Sanders, in the flesh. He was unrestrained in his throne of shadow, unlike the game. A crucible piece floated around him, being suspended by shadow. "Too much of a shame, really. I guess i'll find other ways to tempt them back here. I really can't wait to put on my show. It'll be a performance to remember..." Shadow molds around the throne, and all turns to black. "I might just get rich off of it." His creepy and evil chuckle echoes into the darkness as the last piece of light fades out of view. "Soon."