Bones cracked. Limbs slid together. It launched itself across the hall.
rlin didn't think. Didn't blink.
He just stepped, wind curling beneath his boots, twisting sideways, blade already drawn.
The skeleton passed him by inches.
rlin turned with it.
Slashed once.
The blade caught under the jaw, slicing up through where a throat should've been.
The skull shattered.
The body didn't fall.
It kept moving.
"Oh you've got to be kidding ," rlin muttered.
Dion choked a breath and sprinted the other way.
Another skeleton lunged.
This one faster. More stable. Not crawling, climbing.
Flint intercepted it mid-step. Two blades. No words.
The bones cracked but didn't collapse.
They ca back together.
"Not dying fast enough," Flint muttered, jaw clenched.
rlin ducked another claw swipe. His back hit Dion's shoulder.
"Stop running in circles!"
"I'm not running—I'm tactically avoiding bone stabbing!"
"Sa thing!"
A ribcage slamd into rlin's arm.
He dropped low, pushed off wind, slid across the floor, and twisted up into a clean vertical slice.
A femur clattered to the side.
Still not enough.
'Right. Not normal skeletons.'
Not just animated.
These things were stitched. Reinforced.
Probably by the trial's mana itself.
The bones didn't care about damage.
They cared about pieces.
So long as the parts stayed close, the body stayed moving.
rlin flicked his hand. Space warped just enough to pull a ribcage five feet to the left.
The rest of it collapsed without it.
"New rule," he called out. "Separate the pieces."
Flint already had three corpses down. Or, whatever the trial's version of "down" was. His eyes never stopped moving. His footing was perfect. Surgical.
Dion, by contrast, was mostly just dodging.
Mostly.
He slid under a skeleton's swing, jabbed a dagger between its pelvis and spine, and yanked. The legs went left. The arms fell like dead wood.
"That count as separated?!"
"Close enough!"
rlin hit the wall running. Flipped into the air, launched a windburst beneath his heel, and crashed down through another skull.
Bone exploded.
Still moving.
He grimaced. 'They don't even have muscles. What's powering this?'
Behind him, the system finally spoke.
[Undead Pressure Field Stabilized.]
[Threshold: 26 Targets Remaining.]
"Twenty-six," rlin said out loud.
Dion cursed. "That's more than when we started."
"Yeah. They got back up."
Another one lunged from the pile.
rlin didn't move fast.
He moved right.
Air curved under his heel. Ti slid across his wrist like a second skin. He ducked past the strike like it was choreography.
Blade in. Twist. Pull.
He didn't aim for the heart. Skeletons didn't have those.
He split the spinal cord at the base of the skull. Then kicked the head thirty feet across the room.
It stopped twitching.
Flint carved an arm off another. Turned. Grabbed Dion by the collar and yanked him out of a sweep.
"Get behind ," Flint said flatly.
"I'm fine."
"You're not."
rlin joined them, his breathing was a little harder now.
The bones were forming a circle.
All twenty-six of them.
Walking in unison.
Ribs clicking like windchis in a storm.
"Okay," rlin said. "We need a plan."
Dion blinked. "Thought you were the plan."
"Working on it."
Flint didn't speak.
He just watched the circle tighten.
The system pulsed again.
[No exit available.]
[Trial Condition: Total Annihilation.]
[Pressure increase in 3… 2…]
rlin felt the weight press into his spine.
'This is going to be a very long night.'
He exhaled once.
Then smiled, like a crooked miniboss. Tired. Almost amused.
"Right," he said. "Chapter one I guess."
Then he ran.
—
The circle closed.
Not fast.
But steady.
Like it knew they weren't going anywhere.
Bone scraped stone. Knees cracked. Spines rattled. Not like joints, but like intent.
The skeletons didn't lunge this ti.
They waited.
rlin narrowed his eyes. "They're adapting."
Flint flicked bloodless dust off one blade. "To what?"
"To us."
Dion shifted to his left. "Do we get to adapt back or are we just gonna die politely?"
No answer.
Because the first one lunged.
And this ti it feinted.
rlin's blade went high.
The thing ducked.
Its claw dragged across his ribs.
Wind caught it before it carved deeper.
He stepped back. Felt the sting.
"Yep," he muttered. "They're learning."
Flint moved.
No wasted motion.
Two steps, three cuts, pivot.
He didn't even watch the bones fall, just kept slicing, adjusting, breathing like he was born in a ring.
Dion followed him in.
Less elegant.
More desperate.
But still fast.
A lunge here, a twist there, a dirty kick straight to a kneecap. Bone cracked.
rlin turned back toward the wall. The skeleton that had feinted was already picking its skull up.
'They don't die. They split?'
His system chid.
[Target Regeneration Pattern Identified.]
[Severed Parts Reconnect If Within Radius.]
[Recomnded Solution: Wide-Area Displacent.]
"I need a blast radius," rlin muttered.
Flint glanced at him. "You have one?"
"Kind of."
He flipped his blade once.
Took two steps back.
Then drove the sword into the floor.
Not deep.
Just enough.
Air pressure spun out from the point. Water threaded the edge. Ti pulled tight behind his shoulder like a string about to snap.
He reached in.
Didn't push.
He pulled.
Space collapsed, just briefly. The hallway bent inward, forcing everything toward the blade's center.
The skeletons didn't scream.
They just clattered.
Arms snapped forward.
Skulls cracked on each other.
Four of them collapsed.
Two tried to run.
rlin didn't let them.
He pulled again.
Wind caught them mid-step and drove their torsos into the stone wall like atless hamrs.
Dion stared. "Okay, what the hell was that?"
"Not sure yet."
Flint didn't react.
Just cut another one down.
But this ti, he separated the head and kicked it down the hallway.
"You're welco," he muttered.
rlin turned to Dion. "Can you keep their limbs scattered?"
"Do I look like I've got a bone magnet?"
"Just stall."
He turned back into the fight.
More of them were coming.
He could feel it.
The pressure hadn't dropped.
If anything it climbed.
The room pulsed again.
Not visibly.
Just… underneath.
Dion cursed. "They're circling again."
"Let them," rlin said.
He was already forming the next pull.
Not just air.
Water.
From the cracks beneath the floor, he felt the damp. Labyrinth humidity. Sweat. Condensation.
He pulled all of it upward.
Threaded it through the pressure he built.
Then tid the strike.
Five skeletons lunged.
Too synced. Too perfect.
'Almost pretty,' he thought. 'Almost.'
The floor ruptured beneath them.
Water exploded upward, thick and fast, freezing midair as he layered Ti over the arc.
The skeletons froze in the motion, limbs caught in a half-step.
Then he shattered the ice.
Bone followed.
Flint gave a low whistle. "Damn."
rlin didn't respond.
He was watching the last one crawl back up.
Its spine snapped.
Ribcage broken.
Still trying.
He stepped forward.
Kicked it in the skull.
Hard.
"Stay down."
Silence again.
Ten down.
Maybe more.
Still more to go.
Dion wiped his face with the back of his arm. "Are we winning?"
rlin rolled his shoulder. Felt the bruise from earlier.
"Define 'winning.'"
Another crack echoed in the back of the hall.
The second wave was forming.
And they were bigger.
rlin exhaled.
"Okay. Chapter two."
—
The second wave didn't hesitate.
It didn't click. Didn't clatter. Just moved.
Harder. Heavier. Bulked-up skeletons with armor lted into their fras. Like soone shoved steel plates into old bones and called it an upgrade.
Dion swore. Loud. Honest. "That one's wearing a helt. Why is it wearing a helt?"
rlin didn't answer.
He was already moving.
The system hadn't pinged, but he could feel it, these weren't stitched together for flavor. These were the real deal.
'The first wave was noise.'
This?
This was the test.
He yanked ti backward, not far. Just a tick. Just enough to slide past the first strike. A jawbone flew by his shoulder. It slled like old dust and rot.
"Flint!" he shouted. "Take the right flank."
Flint didn't respond. Didn't need to.
He was already there, blades out, cutting low. Not clean. Not elegant. Just sharp.
The big one turned.
rlin blinked.
It was holding a weapon.
A sword. Ancient. Cracked, but glowing faintly at the edge.
"Seriously?" he muttered.
The skeleton swung.
rlin ducked left. Brought his blade up. Parried. Almost.
His arm rang like a tuning fork.
Too strong.
He slid back on wind. Used it like a skate, not a shield. Ti slowed again, barely.
Just enough to realign.
Then he struck.
A clean arc. Space folded. Blade hit shoulder.
It cracked but didn't break.
Dion landed beside him. Two daggers. Wild swings. Wild eyes.
"Tell we've got a plan!"
"Separate. Disarm. Displace."
"That's not a plan, that's a TED talk!"
The armored skeleton reached out. Grabbed Dion by the wrist.
Dion scread.
rlin didn't think.
He ripped.
Space warped.
The arm didn't just break. It vanished. Pulled into a tear rlin forced open and slamd shut.
Dion dropped to the floor. Clutching his wrist. Panting.
"I'm fine," he lied.
"You're not," Flint said.
He kicked a leg out from under one, drove a blade through its hip socket. Bone cracked. Still moved.
rlin twisted wind into his legs, launched himself into the air, spun once, dropped his blade into another's collarbone.
The skeleton collapsed.
Finally.
That was two.
Out of maybe fifteen.
The one with the sword raised it again.
rlin stepped forward.
"Not this ti."
He wrapped water around his wrist. Compressed it. Not a wave.
A spike.
He punched with it.
Straight into the skeleton's jaw.
Bone fractured.
Helt cracked.
Blade dropped.
rlin caught it mid-air.
He didn't use it.
He threw it sideways.
Straight into another skeleton's knee.
It collapsed with a sound like scaffolding giving way.
Dion scrambled back up. Still breathing hard. "You're terrifying."
rlin didn't smile. "You're welco."
Flint was bleeding.
Not bad.
But enough.
rlin saw the tear in his coat. Red patch soaking through.
He locked eyes with him.
"Back left. Pin them."
Flint nodded. Moved.
The room pulsed again.
No ti to speak.
Just survive.
rlin dragged mana into his spine. Pulled wind tight around his ankles.
And ran.
Chapter two wasn't over.
But the fight was starting to turn.
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