Thirteen stood tall, hovering a few meters from the ground.
The Celestials and Fiends looked at his small back.
In their eyes, he was just a frail mortal who would perish easily once the demigods attacked. Yet the same small back made the fear and anxiety in their hearts decrease drastically.
Even Zaphiel looked at Zion with a complicated gaze. He wholeheartedly believed that the outcome of this battle would be decided not by the Celestials or Fiends, but the young man who stood tall against the Infernal Army.
They weren't aware that the teenage boy they were relying on was blind in one eye.
They weren't aware that he had gone deaf in one ear.
They weren't aware that he had lost his sense of taste, smell, and touch.
He looked so imposing that whatever disabilities he had were overshadowed by his presence.
Metatron and the members of the Order of the Apocalypse knew how broken Thirteen was right now.
