[Location: ???]
The sun struggled through a sky choked with gray clouds, its emaciated rays filtering through the arms of long-dead trees. The light glared down across the lifeless ground, spilling over everything.
And within that dying light it found a face.
A delicate one.
Half-buried in cracked soil lay Mikoto. A faint groan escaped him—a sound born from profound annoyance—as his eyelashes fluttered open, revealing blood-red irises filled with annoyance. His brows knit together immediately.
"Tch…"
He lay still for a moment, staring up at the dull, lifeless sky—a murky blend of gray and beige clouds, drifting lazily.
"…That shitty Goddess could've at least warned me about that damn abrupt teleportation," Mikoto murmured. He slowly sat up, rising with stiff movements.
