>>5956751Pain. A pain that completely annihilates rational thought as you burst into heatless flames. Your older brother immediately lets go of your shirt and backs off in panic. But this isn't a typical fire; there's no choking black smoke, unbearable heat, or the smell of charring flesh. It doesn't even spread to other things.
But it is very painful.
You must be screaming in pain. Your throat feels raw, but you don't hear your own voice. You must present an unnerving sight to your shocked siblings. The appalling sight leaves them rooted on the spot and leaves them utterly aghast at your pain.
It's as Yatagarasu says, the World will chew you up. When it will spit you out to Avalon is unknown. You collapse on the unyielding concrete
"MEEEEEEEP!" Yatagarasu rushes forth and grabs you despite the flames. With his meager strength, he starts dragging you roughly over the ground towards the pillars of Hachiman Shrine. The shoulder strap of the backpack your guide is using to drag you along snaps, causing the goat man to trip and flail on to the ground. He gets up immediately to grab you by the arms; the backpack leaves a trail of fallen items before sliding off your body. It lies abandoned and alone; the supernatural flames have burned nothing. How long is it taking him to drag you away? Seconds?
You think your siblings are trying to say something; they are now moving towards your flaming body. They waited too long; Yatagarasu is too far ahead. Though it felt like an eternity until the Baphomet dragged you through the pillars.
The pain stops in an instant, and the fire goes out. The clear skies of Tokyo above are replaced by the gray clouds of Avalon. Rain pelts you and wind whistles in your ear as gravity works its magic of drawing you back to the earth.
"MEEP! Your Majesty, can you hear me!? MEEP! We're falling down to the cruel seas."
The wind is so strong, it's hard to make out the words. Yet, you heard him. So out of hellfire and into the ice-cold sea, is it? Your prayer to Hachiman must have sucked; he is, after all, a War God. Hearing a desperate plea to escape probably wasn't very appealing to such a brave martial Kami.
When you hit the water, you don't recall much. Darkness, water, white bubbles of air, the gigantic parting of water, and its suffocating return to smother you. You feel very alone. Where did Yatagarasu go?
Your slack body floats upward to the surface. Breaching the divide of water into air, you draw a deep breath and simply float. The waves heave around you, and the rain continues to fall. It's a rough sea, and feels as though it is getting rougher.
You need to swim; find your guide.
Ah, you are so tired
>2 anons, roll 3d6 each!