From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals
Chapter 25: Kieran’s Focus

Chapter 25: Kieran's Focus

"PAAA"

Kieran's whip cracked through the air, giving rise to a streak of radiant energy that hit against the stark training hall. The snap echoed, blending with the harsh clash of metal as the Captain blocked the attack with his dual blades by employing a fluid movement, carrying a deadly grace.

He advanced towards her, his feet barely whispering against the smooth floor, every move of his remained quiet, carrying an ominous promise of power that it could barely contain.

Kieran sidestepped, narrowly evading the sweeping attack, her heart pounding against her ribs. Her blue aura flickered sporadically, illuminating her form and revealing the tension that was etched across her face in the dimly lit space.

Each subsequent crack of her whip resonated with her desperate resolve, its light flashing brighter with every strike, painting shadowy forms that lingered on the walls for a moment.

Nonetheless, the Captain remained unfazed, a haunting juxtaposition against the ferociousness of her assault. His movements were still as effortless as before, while his eyes, which were cold and calculating, never wavered from her as they tracked, predicted, and dismantled each of her attempts with a chilling precision.

Pain flashed through Kieran's face as the Captain's katana found its mark on her side. Sucking in a sharp breath, Kieran's eyes remained locked with his, still unyielding as before.

Her silent refusal to back down hung heavy in the air between the two. The Captain, with his aura cool and threatening, showed no mercy on her, each of his attacks still methodical and unforgiving.

With her fluid moves which had been practised from many fights, Kieran countered, but her efforts were futile as the Captain turned them aside with his easy, deliberate movements. His katana moved with him as if it was nothing but an extension of his own body, navigating through the space effortlessly. His Reiesencia, calm yet powerful, flowed with each movement, showcasing the warrior who commanded the bleak rhythm of their clash.

Kieran's whip cracked, its radiant light slashing through the air again, briefly illuminating the stark white walls of the vast training hall.

Each of her lashing strikes, while aimed at her opponent, also seemed to highlight the gap between her current abilities and the warrior she aspired to become. Her blue Reiesencia flickered inconsistently, revealing her struggle, not just physical but also the one within her.

In the sprawling, whitewashed training hall, ancient statues of past warriors silently observed the brutal exchange, their stony gazes forever fixed ahead. Kieran, with her focus narrowed on the captain and her chaotic energy, barely noticed them.

Each measured breath, every restrained whimper of pain, carried a harsh self-reminder of her evident inadequacies in the grueling combat that had unfolded.

Abruptly, the Captain stopped, his weapon lowering in a swift, deliberate motion. His eyes, potent wells of stoic judgment, bore into Kieran, neither offering consolation nor criticism for her failure. Silently, he turned, his cloak whispering along the floor, lingering in the still air as he departed was a tangible void as he walked away.

Kieran's legs buckled, and she fell to the cold, unforgiving floor of the training hall, an audible thud echoing through the silent, watchful space. Pain pulsed from her side, each heartbeat a reminder of her physical wounds and emotional turmoil. But within the storm, a moment of sharp, undeniable clarity emerged.

A resolve, forged in the crucible of pain and revelation, took hold.

While gritting her teeth, and her fists tightly clenched, Kieran silently swore an oath to herself while in the presence of the towering statues of warriors of the long past. She would become a shield, a protector for people like Ty. She would stare back into the abyss, challenging, and defying the stringent doctrines that were now binding her wings.

Resting on the modest bed, Kieran found herself in a barely lit room, illuminated only by a flickering overhead light. Her belongings, meager and nondescript, were tucked away in the compact space.

She gazed up at the ceiling, her thoughts transported her to a different world and time.

A gentle warmth graced her cheeks as she reminisced about Ty. His presence, even though it was for a brief moment and ended in a tragedy, had brought an unfamiliar comfort and a fleeting happiness to her otherwise stoic existence.

"It was such a brief moment, yet so... different," Kieran whispered to herself, her voice barely disturbing the room's stillness before she murmured, "Ty, what are you doing now in that distant world?"

Her tranquility was interrupted by a knock on the door and a soft voice whispered from the other side, "Kieran, they are asking for you – a mission briefing awaits."

Mission? So soon? Surprised by the sudden call to duty, Kieran blinked in mild disbelief but composed herself and replied, "I'll be in the case room shortly."

"Hmm."

A faint hum, almost inaudible, came through the door before the footsteps slowly faded away. Kieran stayed on her bed, caught between the duty that awaited her and the newfound feelings that gently tugged at her heart.

Eventually, with a sigh laden with mixed emotions, she rose up.

Kieran secured her bra and smoothly clad herself in sleek, light armor that offered a subtle display of her form. It was a delicate balance between allure and practical coverage, providing a protective layer as she geared up for what lay ahead for her.

"Arhhh"

A delicate yawn slipped through her lips as she navigated through the dimly illuminated hallways which led her to the strategy-filled ambiance of the case room.

With a cigarette gently perched between her fingers, an elderly woman accompanied by the vice-captain, who was emanating an aura of quiet strength, had their eyes fixed on a screen that displayed hundreds of distant planets and seemed pretty engrossed in it.

Kieran greeted them, her voice soft yet perceptibly weary, "Good evening. I'm here for the mission briefing?"

The vice-captain, with his expression a blend of stern and subtle warmth, responded, "Kieran, you're being offered a second chance to prove your mettle. We're deploying you to a planet within the Demon Realm."

With her unwavering eyes, she absorbed the words, mentally preparing herself for the impending mission.

He continued, "We sensed a king-level soul there for a brief moment before it faded. Your mission is to locate and retrieve it."

Kieran silently acknowledged the information and processed it for a moment, while within her, a resolve steadily entwined with anticipation.

With a graver tone, the vice-captain added, "Be aware, the planet is designated as fallen. After your mission concludes, the X virus will be released, thereby initiating its rebirth and a comprehensive reset of its existence."

Kieran nodded, the weight of the assignment settling within her, intertwining with thoughts of the inhabitants of a world who were destined to be obliterated before eventually giving birth to new ones in the cosmic dance of cessation and renewal.