From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

The centerpiece was a plush couch, set against the backdrop of enormous windows that offered a panoramic view of the New York skyline. She paused to admire the bustling cityscape below, a stark contrast to the peaceful haven of her room.

Her thoughts drifted to Ty, concern and hope mingling in her mind. "I sure hope Ty is fine wherever he is," she mused, her voice a soft murmur in the solitude of the room. Despite her worry, a part of her knew he was resilient. "Every time I ran into him, he seemed to be able to handle himself," she reflected, picking up a fresh towel. Her thoughts continued aloud, "But that body won\'t last forever."

She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her. As the steam rose around her, she contemplated the delicate balance between her personal desires and her duty. The threat of the Vale universe was looming, its focus on Ty, and she found herself torn. Her own wants versus her duty to protect the mortal beings weighed heavily on her mind, her cheeks flushing red under the hot stream.

"If push comes to shove, I have to trust Ty can handle himself," she resolved, her voice firm despite the uncertainty. "I don\'t think he would forgive me if I even let one life slip." Her fist hit the watery glass surface of the shower wall in a moment of frustration, steam swirling up towards the ceiling.

Determined, she concluded her internal debate, "I will have to do both - ensure Ty\'s safety and this planet\'s safety above all else." The steam in the shower seemed to echo her resolve, a misty testament to her dedication to both her friend and her mission.

Back in Brazil, the chaos of the conflict was palpable. Ashaiki, drenched in blood, ran along the stone walls, her breath heavy with exhaustion. The environment was treacherous; the walls themselves seemed to come alive with danger as they shook violently. Computers around her were engulfed in flames, exacerbating the already dire situation.

In a horrifying twist, spikes began to jet out from the walls, turning the escape route into a deadly trap.

Amid her frantic efforts to avoid the deadly obstacles, Ashaiki\'s grip faltered for a brief moment. A spear sliced through her arm, spraying blood as she crashed onto the concrete floor with a painful thud. The scene was gruesome – eight lifeless bodies lay scattered around her, and three humans, grotesquely transformed with blotting features, stood nearby. exclusive-content-MvLeMpYr

Among them was a dark-haired man in dirty camouflage clothes, his head grotesquely merged with the hand of a Vale creature.

The zombified man, towering above her, looked down with a sinister gaze. As blood oozed from Ashaiki\'s wounded arm, her pink eyes blazed with a mix of pain and unwavering determination. The man\'s voice, grotesque and gloating, broke the tense silence. "Now that the system is down, you won\'t be able to stop us," he sneered.

Coughing and struggling against the pain, Ashaiki mustered the strength to speak. "What did you do to these men and women? I\'ve never seen anything like this," she demanded, her voice laced with agony and confusion. The pain in her eyes was evident, not just from her physical wounds but also from the horror of the situation unfolding before her.

The tension had thickened in the air, suffocating and intense, as her once ally revealed his true, sinister nature. His smile was chilling, the skin on his face stretching and tearing in a grotesque display of his malevolent transformation. He towered over her, an embodiment of terror, his voice echoing with dark intent. "I was more than the Lord of the Vale.

I was the harbinger of disease, spreading my corruption far and wide, crafting creatures to lay siege to worlds. Earth and countless others would fall, transforming into fertile grounds for our King\'s emergence."

He menacingly raised his hand towards her, but she remained undeterred, her voice steady yet laced with fear, "Why not launch a full-scale attack all at once?"

The air felt thick with ominous energy, her question resonating in the dark space between them. The creature\'s answer revealed a long-standing conflict, a strategic battle constrained by the limited numbers of creatures that could infiltrate their world.

She persisted, seeking understanding amidst the encroaching shadows. "Why this prolonged struggle? There\'s got to be a deeper reason."

In a swift, horrifying gesture, the creature seized her neck, lifting her off her feet. The two infected humans beside him stood motionless, silent witnesses to this display of raw power. "It was quite bothersome, really," he sneered, his grip tightening.

"The Angelic Race, with their omnipotent king, believed they reigned supreme over all universes. We had been orchestrating covert strikes, biding our time in the shadows for millennia."

His hold on her neck became more oppressive, a terrifying assertion of his power. "Were it not for that accursed Vampire, Earth would already be under our control!"

His fury was intense, a dark energy radiating from him. "He had to interfere, summoning that Angelic being, foiling our plans. But now, with her return, we simply needed to mo—"

Escaping the creature\'s clutches with a swift, fluid motion, she catapulted herself backwards. Her movements were a blur of grace and agility, as she effortlessly spanned a distance of 10-20 feet. Landing with the poise of a seasoned warrior, a determined glint shone in her eyes.

She faced the creature with a cool, unwavering gaze, confidently asserting, "Well, I can definitely use that information. Too bad for you, though. Your sinister plans are no match for us. We\'ve always got a trick up our sleeve, ready for whatever comes our way!"

As she spoke, an aura of pink energy began to swirl around her, growing more intense and vibrant with each word, a physical manifestation of her inner strength and unyielding spirit.