[ Once Izumo is gone Mikoto lets down his guard. He's alone, in his bedroom, the only room to have survived the explosion of power. He sits at the edge of the bed, feet spread wide, while his arm trembles.
The blight had spread.
With a quiet grunt of pain he removes his shirt and slaps his hand over the affected area before calling on his god power. White flames burst to life consuming what did not belong. It takes two hours, but by the end, the cleansing flames burn away the last of the blight leaving the god tired and weak. Unlike his Red Aura of destruction, the white flames demanded a heavier toll and drained him voraciously. By the end of the healing session Mikoto collapses on the bed falling into a deep sleep.
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The blight had spread.
With a quiet grunt of pain he removes his shirt and slaps his hand over the affected area before calling on his god power. White flames burst to life consuming what did not belong. It takes two hours, but by the end, the cleansing flames burn away the last of the blight leaving the god tired and weak. Unlike his Red Aura of destruction, the white flames demanded a heavier toll and drained him voraciously. By the end of the healing session Mikoto collapses on the bed falling into a deep sleep.
He'll be out for a day. ]