[ Amid the field of rubble, Mikoto struggles to stand. He places a hand on a large piece of rubble using it to prop himself up but it cracks under his weight almost sending the god down with it. Mikoto slams a hand against a sturdier piece of rubble as the other crumbles beneath his fingertips. He doesn't move, needing a moment to catch his breath as exhaustion claws at his senses making him unaware of the goddess approach until it's too late. The familiar voice is not a welcome sound right now and on hearing it Mikoto forces himself to move. He pushes off the piece of rubble to stand on his own two feet. Yet, his condition is obvious to anyone who with any sense. ]
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