A cargo truck was driving along the outskirts of London.

Everywhere the truck traveled, the street cameras would mysteriously malfunction and the video of the truck would be scrubbed from memory.

Inside the Cargo Truck

Zeel opened his eyes and propped himself up in one smooth motion, starling the nearby soldiers who were quick to pull their pistols from its holsters and aim at Zeel.

Of course, Zeel was unbothered by the show of hostility.

Zeel didn't pay any attention to the weapons directed towards him and instead focused on the trudging of rhythmic collision with Earth.

That was all Zeel needed to know to guess that he was currently in the back of a Cargo Truck.

It was a huge cargo truck as well; the kind that was too expensive for even millionaires to own so it wasn't difficult to guess it belonged to Henry's organization.

Zeel had difficulty concentrating his senses outside of the cargo so he guessed that Henry didn't want him to know where they were currently heading.

The walls of the Cargo Truck were lined with Gold-Essence, though, Gold-Essence was not as limiting to his senses as it once was, he was rapidly adapting.

Zeel smelt the gold-essence that lingered in the air along with the mix of Egyptian Mercury and frowned a bit in displeasure.

"You may want to put those weapons away before you lose your hands," Zeel said, still not paying attention to the soldiers as he relaxed into a more comfortable position on his seat.

However, all the experienced soldiers could tell that Zeel was anything but relaxed. His muscles were tense and his smile showed the hollowness of someone who was just going through the motions.

Previously, Zeel was partially laying on the make-shift bed made of crates, but now he opted to lay down with his hands behind his head and feet in the air like a king.

A provoking gesture that made the soldiers even more reluctant to not teach the arrogant-looking kid(Zeel) a lesson.

The soldiers seemed reluctant to heed Zeel's warning, but a door was soon opened from the front of the truck and Jenny exited with hurried steps.

"Weapons away!" Jenny ordered, slumping into the seat next to Zeel after the soldiers scooted down.

Zeel opened his closed eyes and peeked a bit at Jenny's exhausted but smiling face. The face of a woman who had hope once more.

'I guess I would be happy too if my dead lover suddenly came back to life,' Zeel thought, his mind wandering to Aurolana as her smiling face was projected from his soul.

The pain and blessing of a soulmate was the fact that they were always there, even when they weren't.

'I feel something coming,' Zeel whispered into his soul and got a frowning reply from Aurolana that simply said 'I'll be careful,'

Zeel frowned and sent another pulse towards his soul saying 'Don't be careful, be fucking paranoid!'

An agitation rippled throughout Zeel's soul as Aurolana was repelling his 'Superior' attitude, and then his soul went silent with a final whisper of 'Understood!'

Speaking to Aurolana through his soul was a first for Zeel since he didn't have the necessary emotions to solidify their soulmate bond to this level previously.

"Will he be okay?" Jenny asked nobody in particular but Zeel knew that she was asking about Nick.

Actually, Zeel would have addressed Nick's circumstances a long time ago if he wasn't wrapped up in an argument with his stubborn soulmate.

Zeel glanced at the center of the cargo where a man strapped to a sick-bay bed with several drips inserted into his body.

That was, of course, Nick.

"He isn't okay even a little," Zeel replied, his eyes flickering with codes as his nanites tried to examine Nick with a Quantum Scan.

Zeel was struggling to resist his urge of dissecting Nick to find out how the strange man ticked. It was a natural urge for a Homo-Superior to seek knowledge.

Every time Zeel looked at Nick, a strange black mist would cloud his vision to hinder him from inspecting further.

[Travellers Eyes]

Zeel channeled Divine-Energy into his eyes and stared at Nick once more, and all he saw was Ahmanet staring back at him with a small smile hanging at the corner of her lips.

She was restrained, being pumped full of Egyptian Mercury but she still stared at Zeel through Nick's senses.

To anyone else, seeing such a sight would have been scary, but to Zeel, Ahmanet was just another example of all the women in his life – crazy!

"But the doctors said he was fine…" Jenny quickly replied, snapping Zeel out of his staring contest with Ahmanet.

"The mere fact that you can insert drips into his body without the needles breaking against his skin shows me that he is not fine," Zeel replied dismissively as if Jenny should know what he meant.

"But that is norm-"

Jenny didn't finish her statement and froze up the moment she received a fierce glare from Zeel's slitted eyes.

"If Nick shows any signs of being normal then everything is wrong because he is no longer normal.

He is cursed… cursed with power so far up his ass that he doesn't even need to shit anymore… so don't fucking tell me it's normal," Zeel said, his voice projecting a bit more violence than he meant to.

Calming himself and cursing his Draconic-Energy, Zeel tried to explain in a gentler voice.

"Mystical things are strange and tend to self-actualize… right now Nick is rejecting that he is anything more than human and that is causing chaos about his identity as a herald," Zeel said, but his voice still held a certain edge to it.

Jenny's face was ghastly pale from just hearing Zeel's voice so he hopped up from his seat and made his way over to the sedated Nick, hoping to give Jenny time to reacclimatise herself.

By the time Zeel was near Nick, every soldier in the cargo tensed their trigger fingers and Zeel paused, lightning rumbling through his Divine-Veins.

Everyone was ready for a battle to commence.

*Beep*

*Beep*

*Beep*

In that tense moment where the battle was one breath away from starting, Jenny's watch lit up with green light and she finally exhaled a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

The heavy atmosphere faltered and then disappeared completely.

"We're here," Jenny said, the truck coming to a stop.

Then came a falling sensation as a ramp lowered the truck into an underground pathway. The truck started up again.

After several more twists and turns underground, the truck stopped once more and the cargo door opened.

The soldiers were the first to exit, escorting Nick's body outside the cargo, followed by Jenny and then Zeel.

Outside the cargo truck was a massive door that Jenny accessed by placing her hands on the scanner and typing in a series of numbers that took a total of thirty minutes to enter.

Jenny was the first to enter the door, followed by everyone else and then Zeel. Inside the door was another door, but Zeel's patience was already used up.

Before Jenny could start the next complex process of identification, Zeel walked in front of the carbon steel door and placed his left hand against the panel.

*Click*

*Click*

Everyone was startled when the door took three seconds to open, but Zeel frowned since three seconds was too much time given his nanites capabilities.

'Something is wrong… my nanites are slowing for no reason,' Zeel thought, an ominous feeling rippling throughout his body.

Zeel's mind wandered to the strange energy he tasted earlier in his mind space but couldn't glean more information with his limited taste of the energy.

"Are we going to enter?" Jenny asked a bit impatiently.

She was the only one that dared to speak while Zeel had a face of concentration.

"Oh, yeah," Zeel answered laughing a bit at his own lessening attention span.

Entering the door, Zeel was a bit amazed at what he witnessed.

It was a lab filled with jars that contained everything from alchemic materials to severed parts of supernatural creatures.

"Interesting," Zeel murmured.

"You can probably tell what everything in here is," Jenny said, gesturing to the laboratory filled with the remains of strange creatures and interesting artifacts.

"You overestimate me," Zeel replied causing Jenny to roll her eyes.

"You've known everything we encountered before," Jenny said, finally showing relief now that Nick was secured in the base.

"It's like a feeling," Zeel replied and continued as he examined the jars on a nearby shelf "There is something wrong with everything and you just have to be open to feeling it…"

Jenny paused and walked over to a specific part of the lab, grabbed an object, and placed it in front of Zeel in a challenging manner.