For now, Thirteen could only rely on this black egg to communicate with Erasmus whenever he was free. Their communicators didn't work here, and it would take the Artemian Researchers some time to develop ones that worked.
"Your name is Zion, right?" Queen Miriamele asked, her tone becoming tender. "Or would you prefer me to call you Thirteen instead?"
"Just call me Zion, Your Majesty," Thirteen replied. "Due to some circumstances, it's easier to use that name to prevent misunderstandings."
"Understood." Queen Miriamele nodded. "I've heard about your plans and your concerns about the Celestials of Artem. While I truly want to help you, my movements are restricted to only as far as the Royal Palace's courtyard.
"Unless you can bring the battle to this location, I'm afraid I cannot help you fight the other Celestials."
"I see…" Thirteen couldn't mask the disappointment in his voice. He had truly hoped the Queen would be their key to balancing the scales.
