"They sure are something, right?" Uncle Boo said as he looked at the Wanderers who were doing their usual morning runs in preparation for the upcoming Lunar Eclipse.

"Whatever they do is useless," Albion, who was in his demi-human form, replied. "If running could solve everything, both of us would have done it. But look at uswe are still here, waiting for a miracle to happen. They're just weak Humans. The only thing they are good for is to be used as sacrifices."

Uncle Boo was already used to the Unicorn's character, so he didn't think much of whatever he was saying.

Suddenly, the two Rank 8 Sovereigns heard a voice behind them.

"You're right. They are just weak Humans. But, did you forget? It's because of these weak humans that you now have a chance to save the person you want to save the most."

Thirteen walked toward the two strongest beings in the Arcadia Archipelago with a calm expression on his face.

"Since these weak Humans are doing their best, why are the two of you still loitering around here?" Thirteen asked. "There are still many Rank 5 Monsters in the islands that aren't part of our team yet. Make yourself useful, Albion, and bring them here."

The Unicorn clicked his tongue, but he didn't do anything to antagonize the boy in front of him.

He knew that if Thirteen wished for it, he would be sent back to that place where he wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to.

Albion might look down on the Wanderers on the Island, but he didn't have the guts to look down on the ten-year-old, who had managed to trap him and torture him.

"Uncle Boo, stay in the camp and guard everyone," Thirteen said. "There's somewhere I need to go, and I want you to hold down the fort while I am away. I will be back in three to five days. Make sure that no one slacks off in their training."

"Where are you going, Zion?" Uncle Boo asked. "Are you planning to leave the Arcadia Archipelago?"

"For a few days, yes," Thirteen answered. "I need to make preparations before the battle starts."

Uncle Boo nodded in understanding. "Very well, I'll keep watch while you're gone."

The Beholder and the Unicorn knew that Thirteen cared for his sister very much.

Seeing that he wasn't taking Shasha with him to wherever he planned to go meant that he had no intention of escaping the island.

The boy had already told his sister, Taiga, and his other subordinates, as well as the Team Leaders of the different Wanderer Teams, that he would be gone for a while.

Shasha didn't ask him where he planned to go because she knew that there was a reason for whatever Zion did.

Thirteen took Blacky with him and used him as his mount like always.

When he was a good distance away from the Wanderer Camp, he used one of the items he took from the Treasury of the Apocalypse and activated its effects.

Although he had a skill ban restriction, certain items from the Order of the Apocalypse had effects that couldn't be negated by the restriction.

Just like Metatron had stated, the restriction placed on Thirteen's body also had a limit.

There were items that the Item Ban and Skill Ban couldn't nullify. If these two restrictions were to forcefully try to negate the effect of that item, their structure would collapse.

This would lead the restrictions that were placed in Thirteen to break, allowing him to be free from the shackles that bound him.

The second item that Thirteen took from the Treasury of the Apocalypse was a Portable Teleporter.

It was a Divine Artifact that allowed him to set three locations as waypoints that he could teleport to.

The number of creatures that the teleporter could carry was six.

Thirteen could use its ability once a day, and it was a one-way trip each time. This meant that he would need to wait for an entire day before using it again, which was the only downside of the artifact.

Even so, its uses were quite impressive, so the members of the Order who had managed to unlock the Second Layer of the Treasury chose this as their reward.

After a flash of light, Thirteen found himself standing in a hall, where a Teleportation Gate was located.

The guards stationed there recognized him right away, so they didn't block him when he walked toward the hallway meant for VIP guests of their organization.

"Zion!" Adira, who happened to pass by, immediately appeared beside him and gave him a hug. "You little rascal. Where have you been? I haven't seen you for two months."

"It's a long story," Thirteen replied as he tried to break free from Adira's hold. "Lady Adira, I'm busy right now. We can talk later."

"Awwww." Adira reluctantly released her hold of the boy, who seemed to be in a hurry.

Thirteen was currently in one of the secret headquarters of Adira's organization, which went by the name The Order of Raziel.

They were an organization that wanted to spread their influence far and wide. They moved in the light and the shadows, with each member having a role to play in the bigger picture.

On the surface, they were an organization that fairly did trade and business.

In the shadows, they did things that weren't exactly fair, allowing them to plant their roots deeply into the territories that they had set their sights on.

Since Thirteen had stayed in this Branch Headquarters for a few months, he already knew every nook and cranny of the place.

Adira, who also noticed where Thirteen was headed, couldn't help but frown.

The reason for this was that the boy was headed to the office of the Commander of the Headquarters.

"Zion, is there something wrong?" Adira asked. "Why are you headed to the Master's room?"

"There's a letter that I need to have delivered," Thirteen replied casually.

"If it's just a letter, then why don't you give it to me? I will send it without fail."

"I trust you very much, Lady Adira. But, this letter needs to reach the person I want at the soonest time possible. Right now, only Lady Ouriel has the authority to make it happen."

Adira couldn't refute the boy's words, for her Master was indeed the most powerful commanding officer in the base.

If she wanted something done, it would be done without fail and without having to wait for the verification of the other members of their organization, who would not hesitate to do dirty work if the price was right.