"Yeah, he does seem special. He has some interesting abilities that even I haven't seen before—controlling the water? Who would've thought? If I'm not wrong, the kid caused the rain as well," Another person said.

"I think so as well," another person said.

"Is it just me, or the Thirteenth seems a bit slower?" he suddenly noticed something strange and pointed out.

"He does seem slower, but it should be intentional. He is probably toying around with the kid," Another person replied.

While most of the people were agreeing, the person sitting on the throne opened his lips to speak something.

"It's not intentional," the person on the throne said.

Even though the voice was low, everyone was able to hear it clearly.

"If it's not intentional, then that must mean it's the boy's doing. He can even do that? Amazing."

"So limit the speed of thirteenth? This kid deserves even more credit than we were giving him."

"Man, I really want to take this boy apart and see what makes him so special."

"Watching him groan in pain right in front of me would be so amazing. I can't wait to see tears on his face as he's brought here."

The Eleven Kings started talking amongst themselves while the person sitting on the throne folded his arms and continued watching the TV.

****

"How the hell is it him? How is he there, flying and fighting! Didn't you say he was sleeping in a different town!" Alice thundered as she looked at Shu.

"I-i don't know how he's flying. I'll need to ask him myself," Shu said with a blank look on his face. Even he was shocked, not understanding what was happening.

"What happened to him? Why does he have these abilities? Just what did he go through?" Shu muttered with a frown.

The Aircraft in which the various intelligence agencies were traveling also saw the live telecast.

Ray and Jacob also saw this.

"Bro looks like that guy isn't trying to hide his powers anymore. What the heck is with the flying, though? Can a person fly with genetic engineering? Even becoming undying was impossible but still explainable but flying? Are we really dealing with humans here?" Jacob muttered in Ray's ears.

"Even I wonder that sometimes. But what are we doing then? What are they, if not humans?" Ray muttered with a frown.

"They could be Seraph," Jacob muttered.

"Seraph? What's that?" Ray inquired in confusion.

"In mythology, the Seraphs are the angels of the highest orders that are closest to the gods and have godlike powers. In some stories I read online, it was said that Seraphim would appear on earth to cleanse all the sins," Jacob told Ray as he frowned.

"So you're saying these people are Angels of destruction who are here to destroy us?" Ray said as he glanced at Jacob.

"You know what? I would've called you crazy if it was before this, but now, even I don't know what's true and what is not. Heck, your explanation at least makes some sense in this situation. Angels of destruction. They did destroy the city, though. The ground of seven should be from the Bioterror group, and Ryder is probably trying to stop some scheme of theirs," Ray muttered.

"Yeah, Ryder must be a rogue Seraphim. Who doesn't care about the other angels and is trying to save this world," Jacob said, nodding his head.

"You're not telling me the plot of some strange novel you read, are you?" Ray asked suspiciously.

Jacob was stunned for a brief moment before he started smiling, embarrassed. So what if it sounds the same as a story I read? It doesn't mean that it can't be true!" Jacob replied.

"Maybe," Ray muttered as he glanced at the screen. "Seraphim, huh. Let's see if these angels are really set on destroying us."

****

In another corner of the country existed the New White House. It was created in the new Capital City.

In the cabin of the White House, the president of the United States was sitting in her chair, watching the live footage. The Secretary of State was also beside her.

" Did you contact the Martials in the city and ask them what's going on?" The President asked the Secretary.

"I did. He says even he has no idea. The Army is on standby to take action. The surrounding area is being emptied while these people are busy fighting. Fortunately, that place is not a place where the general public lives, so it should be over soon," the Secretary replied.

"Good. By the way, did you find out who this guy is? His face was visible clearly on the screen. You should've been able to find him," The Woman in the main seat inquired.

"I was already on it, Madam President. Also, we got a hit. This man is called Ryder Flynn," The Secretary of State explained.

"Ryder Flynn? Why does this name sound familiar?" the woman muttered as she frowned.

"Where is he from?" She asked.

"He's a resident of New Jersey where everything is taking place. According to what we are able to find in such a short time, he's been living there since his childhood," the Secretary of State said.

"New Jersey? Ryder Flynn? Is it possible that...?" the woman muttered as she gazed at the two people fighting in the air.

"Do one thing for me," She said to the Secretary of State as she stood up abruptly.

****

Ryder was still trying to maintain his distance. There were only twenty meters of distance between him and the Thirteenth King now.

"Almost there," Ryder muttered as he noticed that the water Trident was almost ready.

He was also pleasantly happy that the Thirteenth King wasn't using his abilities while he was forming his Trident, which made him believe that he found a limitation in the Thirteenth King's strength.

He believed that the Thirteenth King probably had a limitation where his powers could only go as far as a certain range. Even though Ryder didn't know what that Range was, it was definitely less than twenty meters. Ryder was happy that his delaying the battle was helping him know the limitations of the Thirteenth King's abilities, which was his main goal at this point.

"Kekeke, Can you only run away, little ant?" the Thirteenth King inquired as he laughed while chasing Ryder.

"Can you only chase? You dumb idiot," Ryder replied mockingly. His reply was enough to make the Thirteenth King annoyed.

"Wait for a little. It won't be long before I catch you. Then I'll show you what I can do," the Thirteenth King said as he glared at Ryder. He didn't know why, but he was very frustrated.

He wanted to catch Ryder fast, but somehow, his speed was way lower than it was supposed to be. He was sure that if it were his normal speed, Ryder's neck would've been in his hands by now, but that wasn't the case. He was sure that his speed was fifty percent slower.

"This must be one of this annoying kid's abilities. He can do this as well! I must catch him fast and not give him any opportunity," the Thirteenth King muttered as he frowned.

The distance became shorter and shorter for them. Soon, only fifteen meters were left between the two.

Right at that time, the water trident took shape successfully. It became a proper trident that was sharp enough to break through human bodies with ease.

"Finally, it's here," Ryder muttered as he smiled. He held the trident in his left hand as he flew back while he kept shooting with his right hand, but no bullets were hitting.

'Now it's diversion time,' He thought as he changed the angle of the gun and pointed it towards the black-robed men who were standing on top of the building, watching the fights in comfort.

He started firing blindly without even aiming. All he wanted was to make the Thirteenth King look back, but it didn't happen.

Even though what Ryder wanted didn't happen, he did manage to annoy the five people who had a barrage of bullets bombarded on them. However, they seemed to have an ability similar to the Thirteenth King. Whenever the bullets got close to them, they changed their trajectory and hit the ground.

"You Bastard! You're really hateful, aren't you?" One of the five black-robed men said.

"Hahaha, the kid is interesting. He's running from the Thirteenth King, but he still has time to annoy us," another person muttered.

"He's not annoying us. It's as obvious as day to anyone with an eye. He was trying to distract the Thirteenth King so he could attack with his trident. Such a childish strategy," the fifth black-robed man said as he sighed.

"Did you really think I would be dumb enough to look back?" the Thirteenth King asked Ryder with a smirk on his face.

"That wasn't my goal, though. I already succeeded in what I wanted to do. You're dead," Ryder muttered as he smiled.