( the shift in the air causes her to body to still, eyes slowly opening as she stares at her surroundings— the water that leaks, the debris, and even the floor above that still crumbles to give off an effect as though raining. she can still the blood, the smoke, and ocean water that pools into the area. it's then her senses come to a halt— the need to smell, the need to breathe, it's instantly gone as god, let alone a servant, has no need for such human luxuries. her chest no longer raises up and down as she turns around towards the direction where the voice seems loudest.

there's no need for air when mikazuki's playfulness towards releasing the limiter on their mana consumption and human prayers course through her magical circuits with a pop and a snap, energizing her as she takes a step forward. )

Fool. We are the breeze that gently caresses their shoulder, the light in the distance that they can follow.

( another step as the wind speaks to her. ) The methods of how they choose to move forward is by their choice, and if fighting against impudent creatures like you is their decision.

( she points her sword out to the wind, to nothing at all, hell who knows where the entity could be hiding— what matters is that she knows that he's still here to meet his death. )

Then I shall support them.