It was a dark night. The moon in the sky seemed especially hazy behind the cover of clouds—weather perfect for a surprise attack.
In the forest beside a cross-state highway, Anna led the newly recruited Futan believers toward their destination.
The God of Shattering was a gigantic factory. As long as one knew its approximate location, tracking it down by following the traces it left wasn't difficult. Moreover, since the God of Shattering had already made a deal with the IMF, there was no need for it to hide. After all, it had no more enemies left, except for the deceased 315.
With help from the Mask and Olivia, the camouflaged sentries lurking at the outskirts were swiftly taken out.
In the dense forest, the vegetation began to yellow and wither, while the air started to carry a faint scent of machine oil.
