Upon hearing Anieal's words, Michael felt short and weaker than her, even though he was indeed an awakened above her rank. It was a strange feeling, but Michael couldn't come to hate it.
It gave him hope that maybe they could survive this beast wave, maybe they could save all of the seven hundred islanders.
With his hopes rekindled by Anna's words, he looked at her and asked in a hopeful tone.
"What should we do then?"
Anna turned and looked at him for a few moments after that. She shrugged and replied with nonchalance.
"Whatever the hell we can."
Michael blinked a few times and nodded as he mumbled to himself.
"Whatever the hell we can… heh." A smile involuntarily took its place on his lips.
His voice was a mere whisper, but it still helped him fight the dread he had felt when facing the malamare.
The island shook once more as if it were trying to run away from the dreadful and loathsome beast.
All of them looked at the southern end with a frown.
