"Zion, Apollyon is glaring at you," Dantanian said softly.
"Let him glare," Thirteen replied with an 'I don't give a damn' tone in his voice. "Glaring costs no one anything after all."
Given their extraordinary senses, the other Fiends and Celestials overheard Zion's casual remarks towards Apollyon, whom many of them didn't dare to offend.
Even the Sea Kings under Forneus' command had unanimously decided to dive deeper into the sea, unbearably pressured by the presence of Celestials and Fiends.
"I like this kid," Dumah, the Celestial of Silence, said in an amused tone.
His fellow Celestial showed shock upon hearing his voice, for it was rare for him to speak and even rarer for him to praise someone—a mortal at that.
"I like this kid as well," Eae commented. "He reminds me of a younger version of me."
The other Celestials and the Fiends ignored the bastard who was trying to join the bandwagon.
Eae felt a little awkward after his statement was met with cold shoulders.
