[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Outskirts]
Mikoto landed roughly onto the ruined ground.
His sabatons struck first, biting into the loose layer of pulverized stone and dirt before his knees bent sharply beneath the force of the landing. The impact sent a ring of dust outward from his feet. His body dipped forward for a moment, one thick gauntleted hand lowering instinctively toward the ground to steady himself while the other still held Sabre.
The red aura surrounding him had not vanished entirely, but it had already begun to thin. What had moments ago been a dense, blaring reinforcement around his petite frame was now reduced to a flickering layer of red hugging his armor.
Mikoto slowly straightened, his tail coat shifted behind his legs in the residual wind as he looked up toward where Trismegistus stood.
His gaze, however, did not stop on the Royal Guard.
It passed over him.
Mikoto's red eyes settled on something behind him instead.
