As quickly as it vanished, the incomplete golem disappeared. The Regidrago Remnant faded into a glimmering light that reminded Howard of the entities spawned by Tera Crystals on Route 119.

"Rest, Amor. You've probably cracked half a dozen bones. Get ready for a long hospital stay after this." The admin looked shocked, his hand on his hip as he inspected Amor's wounds for a moment. His eye wandered to the wormhole machine. "I cannot believe it worked."

Forget shocked, more 'awestruck'. If it weren't for Regice's cooling presence, Howard would've collapsed then and there from a mix of heatstroke and exhaustion.

"Look after him." He clapped Makoto on the shoulders, before wandering over the the wormhole machine's scrapped remnants. All it took was one look to know that this machine was utterly scrapped. If Amor could salvage anything from this machine, the admin would be impressed.

"This is going to be expensive to fix." Worse still, they'd need to move it before someone noticed it was there. "If we can at all."

He gave Temp a glance.

"Ask Amor if he wants to keep this thing or dump it into the Mt. Chimney."

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Even for all of Amor's manic excitement over this 'success', if one could call it that, Makoto was more than a little concerned for the Head Scientist. As he speaks, they are working to pull back the torn clothing so that they can bandage up the wounds below and stop the bleeding. One's dignity was nowhere near as important as actually staying alive - though they did their best to not pull away any more than they had to, to bandage him. "Tsukiko, Wish."

At Makoto's direction, Tsukiko would make a wish for Amor's health - her Illumina markings briefly glowing as she did. Though it'd take time, it'd at least prevent him from bleeding out.

Makoto jumped a bit at Howard's touch - glancing to watch as he moved for the machine - before responding with a soft "Yeah..."

As Amor commented on the pain though, Makoto couldn't help a sigh. "Of course you do - you nearly got bit in half..." They murmured - only loud enough for him to hear. They were too tired to really think about being their usual overly polite self - the words coming out before they could think much of it. "At this rate, you're going to get yourself killed by the gods you're pursuing..."

What would Amor do, if they weren't there to help the next time he got caught up in some crazy stunt like this?

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A gentle smile on his lips at Makoto Kurumi's worry.

"If I'm suppose to venture into brave new worlds Makoto....I can't let a little thing like death stop me...." He groaned as he sat up, and the Wish took effect, closing the worst of his wounds, and making sure that they would be easily treated. Of course he would have to spend a while in the sub to recuperate, but of course the pain of almost getting bitten in half was nothing compared to the destruction of his machine.

It was in ruins, but he should have guessed as much, he had attempted to use a power source that it wasn't built to be compatible with. The fact that it worked at all was more of a shock to him than it's destruction.

"Salvage the core howard slayte....Dump the rest into the lava so the League doesn't find out we were here." He could build another, that machine was at best just a Prototype, it was the first one of it's kind. It had cost him four Infinity Generators to build, and then some, but now that he knew how to do it. He could do so again, and quicker this time. There was more data in failure than in success, and so he would turn this around, there were a few pieces that he could salvage, but they weren't as important as the core.

If that survived by some miracle then it would be even better for them.

"Once that's done....I vote we leave....I need a nap...." He smiled at them, doing his best to bury the pain underneath his usual charm. Of course it hurt, but he would do his best to not worry them, besides this pain was nothing compared to all the other things he had been through.

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