From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

"What are you?" the creature spat, its voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "This is nonsense! You should be dead and gone—not back in your damn skeleton body!"

Ty's expression didn't change, though the sockets of his skeletal face seemed to narrow ever so slightly, exuding a cold and deliberate menace. "What I am isn't your concern," he said, his voice sharp and clipped, reverberating with an almost metallic undertone. "The real question is: What are you?"

The creature flinched as though struck, its claws curling reflexively. "This wasn't what was promised!" it growled, its ember-like gaze darting between Ty's skeletal form and the others still on the battlefield. "Regardless, I have my form now, and that's all I need."

Ty didn't respond immediately. He simply stepped forward, his skeletal frame cracking faintly with each deliberate motion. The dark red flames under his feet left faint scorch marks on the ground, his presence commanding and unyielding.

"What are you?" the creature spat, its voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "This is nonsense! You should be dead and gone—not back in your damn skeleton body!"

Ty's expression didn't change, though the sockets of his skeletal face seemed to narrow ever so slightly, exuding a cold and deliberate menace. "What I am isn't your concern," he said, his voice sharp and clipped, reverberating with an almost metallic undertone. "The real question is: What are you?"

The creature flinched as though struck, its claws curling reflexively. "This wasn't what was promised!" it growled, its ember-like gaze darting between Ty's skeletal form and the others still on the battlefield. "Regardless, I have my form now, and that's all I need."

Ty didn't respond immediately. He simply stepped forward, his skeletal frame cracking faintly with each deliberate motion. The dark red flames under his feet left faint scorch marks on the ground, his presence commanding and unyielding.

"What are you?" the creature spat, its voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "This is nonsense! You should be dead and gone—not back in your damn skeleton body!"

Ty's expression didn't change, though the sockets of his skeletal face seemed to narrow ever so slightly, exuding a cold and deliberate menace. "What I am isn't your concern," he said, his voice sharp and clipped, reverberating with an almost metallic undertone. "The real question is: What are you?"

The creature flinched as though struck, its claws curling reflexively. "This wasn't what was promised!" it growled, its ember-like gaze darting between Ty's skeletal form and the others still on the battlefield. "Regardless, I have my form now, and that's all I need."

Ty didn't respond immediately. He simply stepped forward, his skeletal frame cracking faintly with each deliberate motion. The dark red flames under his feet left faint scorch marks on the ground, his presence commanding and unyielding.

The creature lunged first, its claws igniting with dark energy as it struck downward with terrifying speed. Ty moved to counter, but the creature's strength was immense. Its attack connected, shattering Ty's forearm bones into jagged fragments. The creature smirked, its victory seeming assured, but Ty didn't flinch.

Lifting his remaining arm high, he let his voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Come to me, my trusty sickles."

The skeletal fragments around him trembled, their energy pulling inward as if answering a call. The air shifted, the battlefield momentarily frozen as the pieces began to reform into something far deadlier.

The skeletal fragments shook violently, their trembling resonance growing louder and deeper as if responding to a force far beyond the battlefield. The air seemed to warp and stretch around Ty's frame, a faint ripple distorting the space above him. Everyone—Omina, the creature, and even the distant drones capturing every second of the scene—paused as an unexplainable tension crackled through the air.

Ty's skeletal form stood motionless, his bony fingers raised high as though grasping something unseen. "Come," he said, his voice echoing not just across the arena, but beyond, through the layers of existence. "Come back to me."
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Far away, across dimensions, on a distant planet where crimson skies stretched endlessly above a jagged wasteland, two ancient sickles stood embedded in a stone dais. Their surfaces gleamed faintly, weathered by time but undiminished in their terrible aura. Around them, a group of heavily armored guardians stood watch, their stances relaxed as they shared idle conversation.

"It's been centuries," one of them said, leaning on a massive halberd. "I doubt anyone's coming for those things."

"Don't be so sure," another replied, adjusting their helmet. "If they were left here, there's a reason. And if someone calls for them—"

Before they could finish, the ground beneath the dais began to tremble. The faint glow around the sickles flared to life, their edges crackling with energy as they began to rise from the stone. The guardians froze, their idle chatter silenced as they watched in stunned disbelief.

"What in the—" the first guardian began, but their words were swallowed by the deafening roar of splitting air. The sickles shot upward, tearing through the atmosphere with such force that the ground around the dais crumbled. The crimson sky split open, revealing a jagged rift that shimmered with unearthly light. The sickles vanished into it, leaving behind only a faint, pulsating void.

The guardians exchanged wide-eyed glances, their shock palpable. "Did someone just… summon them?" one whispered, their voice trembling.

"Impossible," another muttered, their grip tightening on their weapon. "No one alive could—"

Back on the battlefield, the rift opened directly above Ty's skeletal form, a blinding slash of crimson and red energy cutting through the air. The force of it sent shockwaves rippling outward, knocking debris into the air and forcing even Omina to shield her face. The creature stumbled back, its ember-like eyes wide with disbelief.

"What… what is this?!" it bellowed, its voice laced with both rage and fear. "This power—this isn't yours!"

Ty didn't respond. His sockets locked onto the rift as the two sickles descended, their jagged, gleaming forms spinning through the air like twin comets. They slowed as they neared him, the energy surrounding them coiling and settling into a steady pulse. When they finally reached him, the sickles stopped inches from his hands, their edges radiating with faint c