After viewing everything in the treasury, including the armor section, Thirteen finally made his decision.
"Tell me, Metatron. Did you add this weapon just for me?" Thirteen asked the God of the Apocalypse after choosing the weapon that seemed to fit him perfectly.
A weapon that resonated with his goal to defy Fate.
A weapon assimilating the shackles that bound his entire being, preventing him from becoming the strongest in Pangea and Solterra.
"I'll leave the answer to your imagination," Metatron replied. "But let me just ask one thing. The weapon you chose, do you plan to use it to fight Deus Ex Machina?"
"I'll leave the answer to your imagination," Thirteen replied with a smirk.
"Touche."
"You're the one who started it."
The two shared a knowing smile with each other before Thirteen opened the portal to return to Pangea.
However, he hesitated a bit before going to the portal. He glanced at Metatron, who was curious as to why the teenage boy suddenly stopped.
