The current situation was nothing short of dire for Anna.
The power she had painstakingly accumulated was gone, and aside from herself, all she had left was a nine-year-old boy.
Even though she had faked her death and had been temporarily removed from the IMF's watchlist, their spies were everywhere. There was no telling when they might discover her again.
If she didn't build up enough strength before they found her, she would still be doomed. At this point, there was no longer any room for compromise on either side.
Seeking help from outsiders seemed impossible now. Even someone like the God of Shattering, who should have been a sworn enemy of the IMF, was capable of betrayal. There was no one left in the world she could truly trust.
Anna's fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly opening a world map. Her gaze fell upon the Indian Ocean. Only by returning to those waters could Futan's aura influence others again.
