The Jackal looked extremely weak. The IMF hadn't mistreated him—it was entirely a result of his prolonged irregular eating and sleeping habits. His fanatical devotion to his god had, at one point, led him to ignore all worldly sensations.
"Since you've summoned the god, what's his name?" the Jackal asked Anna as they walked.
So devout, yet he doesn't even know his god's name. "Futan. His name is Futan," Anna replied. "That guy is currently tied up, and we need to go rescue him."
"Oh, the great Futan God…" The Jackal silently committed the name to memory.
"Where is that thing? How much longer?" Anna asked irritably, eyeing the giant bats swooping by overhead.
Although these creatures wouldn't attack them for now due to their alliance, the more idle bystanders there were, the harder it would be for her to make an exit later.
"Not far, we're almost there. But what do you want that thing for?" the Jackal asked, his tone suspicious.
"Oh? You really want to know?"
