High above Ohio, deep in the clouds.
A black Leviathan Warship more than a mile long glided silently forward.
Its hull was badly corroded, and its internal structure had long since fallen into ruin. By all rights, it should have been destroyed. Yet it was soaring through the sky.
On the bridge, Exodus, Bennett du Paris, stood before a vast holographic map, hands clasped as though in meditation.
Around him, the other Cult members remained silent, listening to the whispers he carried to them through his telepathic power.
Before him, a scarlet projection traced the outline of North America. A blinking route stretched west from Ohio and ended in California.
"We'll reach Greymalkin within a day."
Behind Exodus, Carmella Unuscione spoke slowly. "We have one objective: find the other Miles Zero and bring him back to Daskoro."
"Is that so?"
Frenzy, Joanna Cargill, leaned against a metal wall with her arms crossed, impatience in her voice. "We mobilized three hundred-strong units and a Leviathan just to catch one little bastard?"
"He's His Majesty's counterpart from a parallel universe."
Camella frowned. "If the intelligence is accurate, that would mean he has almost exactly the same abilities as His Majesty."
"Isn't that perfect?"
Frenzy snorted and clenched a fist. "I've always wanted to find out what the Black Spirit King's skull feels like."
"Enough!"
Camella growled. "You're showing His Majesty disrespect!"
"You're calling a man who's about to be our prisoner 'His Majesty'?"
Joanna sneered.
Not far away, Omega Red, Arkady Rossovich, said nothing.
Several metal tendrils extended from his back, scraping slowly across the floor with a teeth-grating sound.
"Quiet."
Exodus spoke suddenly, turning to glance at Joanna and Carmella as their argument threatened to turn into a fight.
"I'm preaching."
The bridge fell silent.
"Feirotus teaches us that all order