[ Inside him, Mikoto holds a world of red made up of an endless ocean of magma. That magma churns violently inside him now. A crack in its prison was all it needed to surge forward taking up his full attention to keep it from spilling over into the world. The burn marks across his skin are proof of his struggle to keep it at bay. The more the black spreads, the more ground he loses. For years, he's controlled the power yet a moment's weakness has left him barely holding on. He can't think about Izumo right now, or the bond between god and shinki that suddenly snapped leaving him in this condition. He drives it out of his mind, buries the oncoming wave of rage and sorrow before it consumes him and turns him to ash.
Slowly, he begins to pull the flames back inside him. They still burn but the sting of heat diminishes little by little as the black stops spreading. But he still can't hear him, not with the level of concentrating he's under as he forces the magma back, inch by inch. ]
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Slowly, he begins to pull the flames back inside him. They still burn but the sting of heat diminishes little by little as the black stops spreading. But he still can't hear him, not with the level of concentrating he's under as he forces the magma back, inch by inch. ]