"We're surrounded," the Jackal said, his expression grim as he looked at the mysterious figures.
The Jackal was also affected by the strange power, his movements and thoughts growing excruciatingly slow.
Taking advantage of their conversation, he struggled to get down on one knee, lowered his head to the floor, and whispered, "Summon the great Futan God! Only He can save us now!"
Of course, Anna wanted to summon Charles, but the problem was, she couldn't. Charles had only been able to appear because "Moth" had sacrificed its life for him. Now that "Moth" was deader than dead, she had no way to summon Charles on her own.
"Are you sure they aren't from the IMF?"
"No. They don't have identification cards on their chests or insignias on their shoulders. The IMF doesn't have disorganized stragglers like these!"
