Ⅰ, Ⅱ, Ⅲ, Ⅳ...
The ones marked with Roman numerals were the IMF's decision-makers, the true controllers of the international organization.
For some reason, they were different from the Foundation members in the Abyss-Sea, whose bodies had fully fused with monsters. These people on the Earth's surface possessed no anomalies, nor had they absorbed any.
Naturally, people like them were no match for Anna. Besieged by her and her flesh-creatures, most of them were either killed or wounded.
The situation was unfolding just as Anna had hoped.
Watching them die one by one, Anna felt a surge of vengeful delight. The death of the Mask, the humiliation of all those years—all of it was finally released at this very moment.
"Die! All of you can go to hell!" With Anna's roar, green Rotten Inflammation danced through the air, turning everyone who fled into swathes of ash, including Goliya, who had commanded the battle earlier.
