"Thank you for everything, Zion," Wendell said as he patted the teenage boy's shoulder. "If you ever need help in the future, just say the word, and I'll be there."
"Thank you, Lord Wendell," Thirteen replied. "I'll see you in the Cygni Continent, three years from now."
The Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation nodded.
The young man shook hands with Wendell, then with the rest of the Thrones of the Dvalinn Federation before walking towards the Leventis Carrier, which he and the 69th Battalion would be riding for their return trip.
As he walked toward the ship, the Soldiers of the Alliance saluted him, showing their respect to their Supreme Commander who had achieved a legendary feat in Pangea.
The 69th Battalion, who was marching behind their Battalion Commander, wearing their light-green military uniforms, couldn't be prouder of themselves for being the subordinates of such a person.
