The Master Of Black Propaganda [Part 2]

After seeing that their Commander had knelt to the teenage boy, the soldiers who were accompanying Seth begrudgingly knelt as well.

This forced Allen and his own soldiers to follow suit.

Thirteen didn't order them to rise and simply looked down on them arrogantly, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Remember this, men—there won't be a next time," Thirteen warned. "All of you, rise."

After hearing the boy's orders, Seth, Allen, and their soldiers hurriedly rose to their feet and glared at him. 

Thirteen chuckled internally and spread his arms wide.

"Welcome to the Dvalinn Federation." Thirteen smiled evilly. "A place where only those who are seriously fighting for humanity belong."

Thirteen then turned around to return to where he came from.

Seth and Allen looked at the boy's retreating figure as they did their best to keep their calm.

They thought that once they arrived at the Dvalinn Federation, everything would go their way.