From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals Chapter 224: Suspicion abound

His tone shifted slightly as he addressed a concerning anomaly. "Though to my surprise, there is one of you that is still missing that I have been unable to track. Rest assured, he will be found before too long," Gisorn mused, his confidence unshaken despite the hiccup in his plans.

"My ability, after all, isn't a science," he admitted with a rare hint of humility, "and I do apologize for the binding. But even passing these challenges is not enough to sway to allow you to free the Dragoon, as he could spell the end of the world."

The gravity of his words hung in the air, painting a dire picture of the stakes involved. Gisorn's role as the gatekeeper to such a catastrophic potential underscored the seriousness of their quest and the lengths to which he would go to prevent the Dragoon's release.

"As the gatekeeper, I cannot allow this," he declared, his voice hardening. "But you all are strong enough to probably best any other creature, so I have devised that you will be constrained to these chains until you starve to death."

King Griswald, unable to contain his outrage, raised his voice against Gisorn's grim decree. "Bullshit! Why not just kill us then, if that's how you really feel?" His question, filled with anger and defiance, cut through the tense air, challenging Gisorn's reasoning and the cruelty of their imposed fate.

Gisorn, facing the group once more, responded with a mixture of explanation and cold dismissal. "Sadly, my power doesn't work like that," he began, turning to face them, his expression one of regret that seed more performative than genuine.

"It can do a lot of things, but the restrictions put in place are not strong enough to kill you all." His words offered a glimpse into the limitations of his abilities, suggesting that even he was bound by rules and constraints beyond his control.

However, any hint of empathy or rationale quickly evaporated as he continued, "This thod will use the least amount of—Never mind, I don't need to explain my power to dead people." With this cold statent, Gisorn dismissed any further inquiries or protests, reducing their struggle to a foregone conclusion in his eyes.

The finality of the situation was punctuated by a simple, yet ominous action. Gisorn clicked his pen, a seemingly mundane gesture that carried with it the weight of a death sentence. As he did, the screen that had been their window to Gisorn's will flickered and turned off, plunging the room into a sudden and unsettling silence.

King Griswald's voice cut through the despair that had begun to settle over the group, a beacon of hope in their dire situation. "Do not worry, we will find a way out of this," he declared, surveying the room where each mber was bound by dark chains, his resolve unwavering even in the face of overwhelming odds.

Nana, trying to make sense of their predicant and clinging to any sliver of hope, spoke up. "Where is Armond though? Gisorn ntioned he's not sure where he went. Did you have anything to do with that, and could he save us from these chains?" Her question, filled with both concern and curiosity, highlighted their desperate need for an ally who could alter the balance of their grim fate.

As the group digested this information, Pegasus's frustration grew. He glanced over at Lyra, his irritation stemming from unanswered questions about their situation, particularly the events that had unfolded while they were engaged in battle. anwhile, King Griswald attempted to temper expectations regarding Armond's involvent. "No, not entirely.

Whatever he has going on, I wouldn't say we can rely on him getting here. We should look for any other thods available," he cautioned, suggesting a pragmatic approach to their escape.

Nana, pondering this, added, "I see. These chains seem to be a part of this room itself, so perhaps the room is an extension of these chains?" Her speculation offered a new perspective, hinting at a possible connection between their physical bonds and the environnt itself.

"Regardless, the vampire lady that was after Erebos will probably co looking for us before too long, but I don't want her to get trapped as well."

King Griswald, acknowledging Nana's insight with a nod, proposed a mont of respite amidst their turmoil. "Agreed, regardless, we have all been through a lot. So let's take so ti to rest and ditate on how to get out of these chains," he suggested, his voice a calming force in the shadow of their predicant. "Everyone, take a deep breath and relax.

Even if he tried to starve us out, we could go for a while," he added, his chuckle a brief spark of defiance against their grim reality, reminding them of their resilience and the strength they had as a group.

Nana, taking his advice to heart, inhaled deeply, seeking a mont of peace in the chaos. Her gaze then drifted to Todd, who had been silent, lost in contemplation. Concerned, she reached out to him, "Everything good with you, Green dude?" Her casual address, a blend of concern and camaraderie, aid to bridge the gap their situation had enforced.

Todd, montarily jolted from his reverie by Nana's voice, shared a thought that had been gnawing at him. "I wonder if Gisorn is soone who is actually truly dead already?" His words, laden with suspicion and curiosity

Nana, taken aback by Todd's observation, pressed for clarity, her curiosity piqued by his sudden insight. "What do you an?" she asked, her eyes searching Todd's for a deeper understanding of his suspicion.

Todd, gathering his thoughts, began to elaborate on his theory. "Well, first of all, we see him using his weapon, which I suppose is the pen, to so degree. But he uses it as if there are no limitations on it, in a way you would see people fighting or using their abilities at the Demon King's Domain," he explained, drawing a parallel that highlighted the unusual nature of Gisorn's power.

He continued, delving deeper into his analysis, "On top of that, whatever power he has, he managed to revert us back in a way where we were locked to our world's power system, where we had to weave those signs." Todd's observation pointed to a significant manipulation of their environnt and abilities, suggesting an understanding and control that went beyond re physical constraints.

"Sothing just isn't sitting right with who he is saying he is," Todd concluded, his tone serious, reflecting the gravity of his suspicion.