From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 225: Transition Break

Nana, absorbing Todd's theory with a sense of urgency, redirected her focus toward finding a way out of their dire situation. Her eyes swept the room, landing on Master Dagon, who seemed unusually calm amid the chaos. His confidence was palpable as he addressed her concerns. "Don't worry, young lady, once King Griswald adapts to the material, we will be fine, isn't that right, King Griswald?"

This statement, delivered with an air of certainty, momentarily puzzled Nana until King Griswald himself confirmed the underlying strategy. "Yes, Master Dagon is, in fact, correct. I have the ability to deconstruct anything as long as I can understand its makeup and its structure," he declared, providing a glimmer of hope with his revelation.

King Griswald's confidence stemmed from a unique capability that seemed tailor-made for their predicament. "The only thing stopping me right now is figuring out the magical potency and what style this is. Though I should have it figured out in a few hours, maybe half the day," he estimated, his voice carrying a mix of determination and analytical precision.

Nana, still grappling with the complexities of their predicament, sought clarity on how King Griswald's abilities tied to his weapon—a detail that seemed crucial yet remained shrouded in mystery. Her question reflected the group's growing reliance on understanding each member's capabilities as they navigated their dire circumstances.

King Griswald, with a knowing smirk, hinted at the depth of his powers without fully unveiling the mysteries behind them. "I can't reveal all my secrets, young lady," he said, a playful tease in his voice that belied the seriousness of their situation. Yet, he offered a glimpse into his unique bond with his weapon.

"However, I will tell you I fused with it a long time ago, so generally for fighting, I will just use my natural strength and my years of swordsmanship." His warm smile, following this revelation, served as a comforting assurance to the group, hinting at a strength and resourcefulness that went beyond the conventional use of weapons and magic.

Encouraging the group to find peace in the moment, King Griswald embodied a leadership that inspired both calm and confidence. "Please, now everyone relax and try to rest up while I do my work," he advised, settling into a state of deep meditation.

The atmosphere among the group softened as King Griswald's words and actions offered a rare moment of solace in their grim situation. The tension that had been palpable in the air began to dissipate, allowing a semblance of peace to settle over them.

One by one, the members, weighed down by the exhaustion of their ordeal, succumbed to sleep, their bodies and minds grasping at the opportunity for rest, all except Pegasus. His distress and unresolved emotions kept him awake, a solitary figure amidst the slumbering group, wrestling with his thoughts and the uncertainty of their fate.

Nana, feeling the unfamiliar pull of sleep tugging at her consciousness, sought comfort in the simple act of resting her head against Todd's side. Her request, "Sorry, let me use you as a pillow for a little bit, okay?" was met with a gentle acceptance. Todd, ever supportive, responded, "Sure thing, kid.

Take all the sleep you need." His words were a soft reassurance in the quiet of their makeshift sanctuary, offering Nana a sense of security in their shared vulnerability.

As silence enveloped the group, Todd's mind wandered beyond their immediate predicament. "I wonder how everyone else is doing out there right now?" he mused, his thoughts reaching out to allies and friends left behind, pondering their well-being and the broader impact of their own struggle.

As Nana drifted into the depths of sleep, her consciousness was immediately swept into a vivid, unsettling dreamscape. The visions that unfolded before her were both cryptic and ominous, painting scenes of struggle and defiance.

She saw a handsome young man, his figure ensnared by chains that bound his arms and hands, a symbol of captivity and perhaps resistance, his visage marked by an unspoken determination despite his confines.

The dream then shifted, revealing a woman with long black hair, a stark contrast against the backdrop of chaos that surrounded her. Blood trailed down her face, a testament to the battle she had endured or was still enduring. She stood defiantly against a large, menacing creature, her feet planted firmly on the ground.

With her fists outstretched before her, she epitomized resilience and a refusal to yield, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

Nana, even in her sleep-induced state, could not escape the perturbation these images caused. Her subconscious mind, tethered to the realms of her visions, voiced her confusion and concern through a muffled mutter, "Oh no, what's going on?" The distress evident in her voice, even as drool betrayed the depth of her slumber, underscored the impact of the visions.

----- Transition Break {New Arc Beginning: Jade's Awakening} ----------------

As we delve deep into the realm of slumber, leaving behind the enigmatic visions that haunted Nana's dreams, our narrative shifts dramatically. The scene transitions back to Earth, picking up immediately after the tumultuous events that led to Erebos knocking out Jade and the others. This moment marks the beginning of a new arc: "Jade's Awakening."

Jade's return to consciousness was heralded by the incessant beeping of medical equipment, a stark reminder of the physical cost of their recent encounter. Groaning from the effort and the sharp pain that lanced through her side, she forced her eyes open, the world around her coming into gradual focus.

The sight of an IV bag connected to her arm and several patches dotting her body served as a silent testament to the severity of her injuries. A sigh escaped her lips as she murmured to herself, "I guess I'm still alive somehow," a mix of relief and resignation in her voice.

The sensation of dried blood, remnants of the battle, traced the sides of her cheeks, a tactile memory of the chaos that had unfolded. She groaned as she moved her hand above her face, wondering how she'd survive.