Akhenaten's Prophecy

On the Milo River, the amphibious assault ship Central Park was heading downstream toward Milo City.

Inside the ship, its captain was speaking with command.

"Colonel Martin, you have two missions. First, support Ambassador Robert Allen in putting pressure on Egypt. Second, extract Major Charaman of Blackwater."

"Yes, Minister."

"Extracting Charaman takes priority over supporting Ambassador Robert Allen. If the missions conflict, complete the extraction first."

"Yes, Minister."

After the call ended, Colonel Martin closed his eyes and considered how to help Ambassador Robert Allen pressure Egypt.

In the past, it would have been simple. He could sail the assault ship up to Milo City and let a shot go off "by accident." But things were different now. The emergence of Supernatural beings and gods, and the power they had displayed, had made the Defense Ministry cautious. His superiors had repeatedly ordered them to proceed carefully and stop throwing their weight around until they understood how powerful those beings were.

"This is tricky." Colonel Martin drummed his fingers on his thigh, his head beginning to ache.

A communications officer rushed in from outside. "R-report! Something's happened."

"Milo City has turned dark red."

"Milo City has turned dark red? Could it be a Supernatural being?"

Colonel Martin remembered the Supernatural beings and gods mentioned in the reports, and his expression changed. He rushed outside and immediately saw Milo City, its color utterly unlike the surrounding area, as though someone had painted over every inch of it.

"Just as I thought—a supernatural power... Contact the Defense Ministry. Tell them what's happening here," Colonel Martin ordered. "And we'll stop here. Don't get any closer... No, take the ship away. Put some distance between us and that city."

His orders were to intimidate Egypt and help Ambassador Robert Allen apply pressure, but to exercise