From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals Chapter 546 2 down

She gritted her teeth, nodding as she pushed herself up. "I'm alive... barely. But... Kern..." She cast a weak glance toward Kern, who lay motionless a few feet away, his body still bleeding from the thread bullet embedded deep in his side.

Ty's heart clenched as he rushed over to Kern's side. He dropped to his knees, frantically rummaging through the dical supplies they had left. "Damn it... I'm not good at this," Ty cursed under his breath as he ripped open bandages, his hands shaking.

Kern's breath was shallow, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His scimitars lay discarded by his side, blood pooling beneath him. Ty pressed a hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was clear Kern needed more than what Ty could offer.

"Rosana!" Ty shouted, his voice cracking. "I need you over here!"

Rosana, wincing with every step, made her way over, her hands still trembling from the burns. "Let ... let help," she muttered, kneeling beside Kern. Her eyes flicked to the dical supplies, and she pulled out the specialized cream they had purchased earlier. "This will help... but we need to seal the wound first."

Without hesitation, Rosana summoned the last of her flas, her gauntlet sparking to life. She placed her hand near Kern's wound, the fire flickering weakly but enough to sear the edges closed. Kern groaned in pain, but the bleeding slowed.

"Sorry," she whispered, her voice strained, "but this will buy us so ti."

Ty's hands fumbled with the cream as he applied it over Kern's wound, his frustration mounting. "I wish I was better at this," he muttered, his fingers slipping as he tried to wrap the bandages. He cast a glance over to Gisorn, who lay still on the ground, his chest barely rising.

With both of them stabilized as much as possible, Ty stood, his hands shaking. He looked up at the sky, his face hardening. "Drones," he called out, his voice firm despite the exhaustion in his body.

A low hum filled the air as the drones responded, descending slowly from above, their caras focusing in on him.

"These two have told they forfeit the arena," Ty said, his voice cold and commanding. "They can no longer speak. They're done."

The drones hovered silently for a mont, their sensors scanning the scene. A soft, chanical voice responded, "Processing request. Confirming injuries."

Ty's fists clenched as he waited, the tension thick in the air. After what felt like an eternity, the drones beeped, and a green light flashed.

"This has been approved," the voice announced. "Gisorn and Kern have forfeited the arena. Preparing for departure."

The soft hum of the drones filled the air as they descended from above. Ty stood motionless, watching as the drone ship ca down with chanical precision. His gaze flicked between the unmoving forms of Gisorn and Kern. His fists clenched tight, knuckles white against the strain of holding back.

The drone ship lowered itself with a quiet hum, extending its arms. Cold tal clamps latched onto Gisorn and Kern, lifting them from the ground with eerie calm. Ty's eyes stayed fixed on the scene, his breathing heavy but controlled. He had no more fight in him for this mont, only the bitter sting of watching them go.

In JJ's Viewing Room

JJ stared at the screen, her fingers digging into the armrest. The quiet hum of the drones was the only sound as she watched the ship lift both fighters away. Kern, Gisorn... they were gone.

Her eyes remained locked on Ty. His frustration, his helplessness, it was clear. She swallowed hard, willing him to keep going, to stay standing. They're out, but you're not. You're still here, she thought, her heart heavy as she saw the strain etched in his face.

In the King's Viewing Chamber

The King's sharp eyes followed the descent of the drone ship. His fingers drumd against the armrest of his throne, a quiet rhythm barely audible over the hushed voices of his advisors. The chanical arms reached down, gripping Gisorn and Kern with cold precision.

"They were competent," the King muttered. "But not enough."

The ship began to rise, and the King's gaze shifted, locking onto Ty. His lips curled slightly. He's still standing. Let's see how much more weight he can carry, the King thought, watching with interest as the ship lifted away.

General Omhina's Room

General Omhina sat in his chair, body stiff with the bandages that wrapped him. His eyes never left the screen. The ship hovered, then began to lift Gisorn and Kern.

Omhina grunted, a deep, gravelly sound. "Not bad," he said under his breath. His muscles tightened as he leaned forward, watching Ty. The kid's still got fight in him, he thought, feeling the pull of the battlefield even from his room. "Let's see what you do now."

Yun-Jin's Radio Room

The radio crackled softly, announcing the departure of Gisorn and Kern from the arena. Yun-Jin sat still, head resting in her lap, listening to the broadcast. The sound washed over her, mixing with the silence of the room. Her breathing remained steady, but her face was hidden, buried in the weight of everything happening around her.

Back in the Arena

The drone ship's arms retracted, lifting Gisorn and Kern into its hold. Ty's gaze followed them as the ship rose, his body still tense. He stood rooted in place, unmoving as their forms disappeared into the ship. The quiet of the battlefield seed to stretch for miles.

As the ship ascended, the ground trembled beneath him, a soft click breaking the silence. Ty's eyes snapped down just in ti to see a tallic spider, sleek and efficient, land softly on the dirt. Its legs moved with precise, calculated steps, the chanical hum faint but unmistakable.

Ty's muscles tensed as he took a step back. The spider moved forward, its tallic legs clattering lightly against the ground. The drone ship, now carrying his fallen comrades, disappeared into the sky, leaving only the strange machine behind.