From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 101: A Surprising Reveal

Nana's face was etched with concern as she watched Ty being hurled into the distance, the eyepatch-wearing man in close pursuit.

Todd, sensing her worry, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure he can handle himself," he said, trying to infuse confidence into his voice.

Nana nodded slightly, but her anxiety was palpable. "Yeah, but what about that issue he mentioned? The one with the voice in his head?"

Her words reflected a deeper fear for Ty's well-being, beyond just the physical dangers he faced.

Todd remained calm, his voice steady. "If that happens, we'll deal with it. But for now—" His sentence was cut short as a cloaked figure suddenly lunged at them with blinding speed, brandishing a sword with a distinctive red-tinted blade.

Reacting swiftly, Todd pulled Nana out of harm's way, intercepting the attack with his open palm.

The blade struck with a clang against his skin and recoiled, the force of the impact sending the assailant skidding across the dirt.

Above them, the moon hung in the sky, casting a pale light over the scene, highlighting the sudden and unexpected skirmish that had unfolded.

Nana's attention shifted rapidly as the battle escalated around her. She noticed the transformation in Lady Amaris's demeanor – from worry and dread to a cold, resolute expression.

With a swift motion that seemed to defy reality, Lady Amaris conjured a dark blue katana-like blade into her hand.

The weapon, with its black hilt and twin steel, edges jutting out from the end, glinted ominously in the moonlight as she lunged at one of the cloaked figures bearing a distinctive clover patch.

More cloaked assailants rushed past in the chaos. Nana, reacting instinctively, snapped her fingers in their direction.

The darkness of the night obscured her view, making it difficult to target them accurately in their cloaks.

However, one of her attacks found its mark, sending an assailant crashing to the ground, while another narrowly evaded before continuing towards the cathedral.

But that assailant's advance was abruptly halted by General Mattison, who intercepted him with a blade of his own.

Meanwhile, another cloaked figure, brandishing a deck of cards, caught Nana off guard.

Seizing the moment of surprise, he dropped his staff and allowed the blade to graze his shoulder, then swiftly tapped the sides of the assailant's head.

The cloaked man's reaction was immediate; blood began to seep from his mouth as he faltered, dropping to one knee and then collapsing face-first into the ground.

With one threat neutralized, Todd turned his attention to Nana. He rushed to her side, his concern evident as he asked, "Are you okay?"

Nana, looking up at him, nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice a mix of relief and frustration.

"He's just faster than I expected. And my explosions... they aren't working very well against him."

Her statement was tinged with confusion, reflecting the unexpected challenge they faced against these formidable opponents.

Nana, still grappling with the speed and resilience of her opponent, was about to consider her next move when the situation abruptly escalated.

A barrage of cards came whizzing through the air towards them.

Todd, reacting quickly, pushed Nana out of the way, putting himself in the line of fire.

He raised his hands in an attempt to deflect or block the incoming cards, but these were no ordinary cards.

To his surprise and pain, they exploded upon contact, leaving cuts and wounds from which blood began to spill.

Confusion and frustration were evident in Todd's curse as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

Out of the smoke and chaos of the explosions, a figure emerged.

The man's cloak was almost entirely burnt off, revealing his strong physique and an orange-colored beard that stood out starkly in the night.

Approaching Todd, the man placed a single coin on Todd's chest with a taunting gesture.

"How is your luck?" he asked, his voice laced with mockery. The simple act of placing the coin carried an ominous weight, suggesting a deeper, more sinister intent behind his actions.