Since the facade had been torn away, Anna saw no reason to hide anything anymore. While the IMF was in disarray, she had to gather enough strength at the fastest possible speed and launch her counterattack.
As the ships approached the Indian Ocean, believers qualified to wear silver Futan pendants began to carefully wipe their golden, razor-sharp weapons. The decks had already been cleared; as soon as the time came, the ritual would commence. From a practical standpoint, Anna's actions were perfectly reasonable, without a single flaw. However, in doing so, she completely ignored the feelings of the only person on the Earth's surface she cared about.
