(Kira's POV)
"It's so bright," I couldn't help but mutter to myself.
After disappearing from the strange library, I was transported sowhere else. It looked like an entirely different dinsion—an endless white expanse that stretched infinitely in all directions. There was no sky, no ground, yet I could stand. Floating all around were countless images, like living windows, replaying fragnts of our past and present battles against sogog.
They moved slowly, almost respectfully, as if the dinsion itself was giving ti to observe. Connor, charging forward recklessly. Ethan panicking while still managing to make jokes and scientific analysis mid-battle. Tommy, standing tall, calm, and unwavering. And myself—hesitating, doubting, yet always stepping forward in the end.
As I watched the moving pictures, I couldn't help but reminisce about how far we had co from being clueless teenagers suddenly handed powers we barely understood. Back then, everything felt like chaos. Fear masked as courage. Smiles hiding terror. But always won and grew amidst danger.
But before I could continue being sentintal, one image caught my attention.
It was different.
Unlike the others, it emitted a dark red aura that pulsed slowly, like a beating heart. The mont my eyes landed on it, my chest tightened.
"Weird," I muttered, instinctively taking a step back. Just looking at it made uncomfortable, like my body was warning of sothing dangerous.
I forced myself to look closer. The image shifted, clarifying its contents. It was Trent—no, the White Dino Ranger—standing beside the Ankylo-Zord. Both of them were wrapped in distorted red energy, twisted and corrupted.
Even from where I stood, far away, I felt it.
Oppression.
Standing there, doing nothing, I felt like they could actually kill . My legs trembled slightly, and my breathing grew shallow. The energy radiating from that image was overwhelming. I felt small. Weak. Insignificant.
"So… I actually have to go up against this thing," I thought to myself, swallowing hard.
I tried to analyze the situation like Dr. O would. Calm. But it was difficult when fear crept into my bones. How was I supposed to fight sothing I couldn't even get close to? Just standing in its presence felt like my soul was being scraped raw.
It was a tricky situation. And honestly, I didn't have many options.
The only thing I could rely on was the Morphin Grid. This place was clearly connected to it. It felt omnipresent here, watching, listening. If it truly governed this space, then maybe—just maybe—it would answer .
And if it didn't…
Then I'd force my way in.
Before I could even ask, as if sensing both my will and my desperation, the Morphin Grid responded.
Information flooded into my mind without warning.
Not words. Not images. Pure understanding. Raw data compressed into thought.
My vision blurred. My head throbbed violently as I dropped to one knee, clutching my temple. It felt like my brain was being stuffed with an encyclopedia all at once.
"Pheww…" I exhaled shakily after what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds. "I thought my brain was going to explode. I never want to experience that again."
Despite my complaint, I silently thanked the Morphin Grid in my heart. It had helped countless tis throughout this journey. Always when I needed it most. Like a pillow offered when one intends to sleep—quiet, supportive, and always there.
Taking a deep breath, I stood up and followed the instructions now etched clearly into my mind. I raised my morpher and spoke firmly, my voice echoing softly through the white expanse.
"Ptera-Morpher, connect to the Drago and Ankylo source."
A beam of light shot out from the eyes of my morpher. It was blindingly bright, forcing to shield my eyes with my arm. The beam stretched outward, forming a radiant bridge of light that connected directly to the two corrupted images.
The mont the bridge touched them, the images began to distort. The red aura reacted violently as if fighting against it, clashing against the golden-white light pouring from my morpher.
Then after so struggle—
They rged.
The images fused, collapsing inward before expanding outward violently. The space twisted, spiraling into itself as a vortex ford where the images once floated.
A portal.
The air around it scread silently, energy whipping violently as if reality itself was resisting its creation.
I stared at it for a brief mont, my heart pounding.
No turning back now.
I stepped forward and walked into the portal.
The world flipped.
The mont I crossed through, warmth vanished, replaced by a suffocating cold that seeped into my skin. I stumbled forward, barely managing to keep my balance as my boots hit solid ground.
The sll hit next.
Blood.
My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings. I was standing in a forest—but it was nothing like the lush ones I knew. The trees were twisted, bark cracked and blackened as if burned from the inside. Leaves, if they could even be called that, were sharp and crimson, dripping slowly with thick red liquid.
A river of blood flowed through the forest floor, pooling around massive chains embedded into the earth.
And there—
My breath caught.
The Ankylo-Zord.
It was chained to the ground like a prisoner, its massive body partially subrged in the blood river. Its eyes were dim, lifeless, yet filled with pain.
Standing atop its head was a figure.
A distorted, red, ghost-like entity. Its form was humanoid but incomplete, constantly shifting, as if it couldn't fully exist in this plane. Long, jagged wisps of energy trailed behind it like torn fabric.
The mont I stepped forward, it stiffened.
It turned toward slowly.
"What…?" Its voice echoed unnaturally, layered and sharp. "Who are you?"
I straightened despite the fear clawing at my chest. "I could ask you the sa thing," I replied, forcing steadiness into my voice.
For a mont, there was silence.
Then it laughed.
An eerie, hollow laugh that made the forest tremble.
"It has been years," the figure said slowly, "since soone dared ask for my na."
The laughter faded. Silence returned. Heavy. Suffocating.
Finally, the figure spoke again.
"You are not worthy of my na," it said coldly. "But you may know my title."
The air exploded outward.
"I am the Sin of Envy."
"And since you are here, why don't you lend your skin?
It continued looking at my body like so rare masterpiece with undisguised jealousy.
The mont those words were spoken, my soul shook violently. It felt like sothing had reached inside and squeezed. The surrounding forest bent and howled, trees bowing as if in fear of her existence.
I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth as I forced myself to stay standing.
"I don't have the luxury to play gas with you. Leave my friends alone," I said, my voice shaking but firm.
The Sin of Envy tilted her head, amused. "How adorable," she said mockingly. "Very well. Defeat this fragnt of … and I will release your Ankylo-Zord. And the White Ranger. But if you lose, your soul and body are mine for eternity."
My eyes flickered as I weighed my advantages, and to be honest, I had none. I could only stand my ground.
"Deal," I replied with a cold tone tinged with fear
The deal was made.
The so-called Sin laughed in delight and spoke. "Hehehe, very well. I'm liking you even more."
As soon as those words were spoken. Its ghostly-like figure transford before my very eyes. A female-like figure slowly ford from the smoke of red. A charming, mature face appeared. Her eyes were red, and her hair pure white. Finally, a sci-fi-like armor ford on her body, while a spear appeared in her hands.
Her eyes t mine as they flashed with hunger. I could tell she wasn't joking when she said she wanted my body.
"Don't worry, darling, I will not use the Zord against you. I want to savor this battle and rip that skin off your body." Her sultry voice echoed in my ears. My heart pounded in fear.
I could feel she was strong. Stronger than any opponent I had faced.
But I couldn't falter now. The battle began.
I said nothing and struck first, arcing my Ptera-grips as I crossed several ters instantly.
CLANG!
She blocked it easily, with the tip of her spear, as she grinned wickedly.
In an instant, she pushed back, her spear slashing across my chest. I barely managed to raise my arms in ti, but the impact sent flying into a tree.
Pain exploded through my body.
I rolled to my feet, switching to my Z-rex blaster as shots were fired twice, aid at her head. She built an energy shield, deflecting it with ease, as the energy dissipated against her aura.
We clashed again and again. Strikes, counters, feints. She was fast—too fast.
CLANG! BAAM!! BOOM!!!
Sparks emitted from our weapons, as we both moved with inhuman speed.
As I attacked and parried. I couldn't help but marvel at my strength. I knew I wasn't this strong. It must be because I'm in the Morphin grid, the source of our power.
Then—
I heard her speak once more. "You're stronger than I expected. I'll take you seriously now."
Before I could reply, her aura flared. The dark red energy emitting from her imdiately weighed down on . I couldn't move. Couldn't take a step.
She walked slowly towards .
Step!
Step!!
Step!!!
Placed her hands on my shoulders and whispered into my ear.
"You are weak!"
As I heard those words. I felt despair. My eyes widened as her feet landed on my chest.
BAMM!
My body recoiled a few ters, my back hitting a tree.
"AHHH!!" I scread, my voice hoarse. I removed my Ranger helt to breathe in more air. But she gave no chance afterwards.
She continued her assault. Her spear slashed at , as my soul scread in agony.
Every hit landed with both physical and soul-rending force. Each blow felt like it chipped away at sothing deeper than flesh.
I scread as I was slamd into the ground, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.
She was overwhelming.
Too strong.
As I lay there, barely conscious, I felt death. The sin of Envy walked towards with calm steps. All I could see was her hazy figure.
I heard her mocking tone, yet obsessive again. "Tsk, this era's Rangers are truly weak. But she does have potential. Her body will belong to soon enough."
I was really going to die. Soone else was going to wear my skin.
Amidst my thoughts, mories flooded my mind. Dr. O's calm advice. The laughter of my team. Zayne's face and advice. The warmth of hope.
"Are these flashbacks before death?" I muttered in a dazed tone
"Oh, darling, I wouldn't kill you that easily," I heard her say
Then she continued
"I'll make you feel your skin ripping out of your body, and lock your soul in this dinsion forever. Then you shall watch destroy your friends, as they scream for help. Hahahaha, the delight." Her voice was tinged with madness.
"Am I really going to die?" I thought to myself.
I was still too young. I still have dreams. Teenage dreams.
My friends are still counting on . If I don't destroy her. They would die.
And Zayne. I had a big crush on him. I couldn't die a hopeless Romantic
I couldn't die.
I wouldn't.
I am a Ranger.
"AHHHHH!!!" My soul scread, although no words ca out from . My soul spoke.
The Morphin Grid sensed my rage and unwillingness.
It responded with a beam of yellow light.
As it engulfed .
My suit changed, armor forming across my chest.
Pterodactyl wings unfurled from my back.
White turned to radiant gold. A crown with three gems ford atop my head.
Unprecedented power surged through .
I was awed, yet I knew I could only use one attack. That attack would determine whether I could defeat her or not.
The Sin of Envy, sensing the power within , dashed a few ters back imdiately.
"W..What is this Power?" She scread at .
Then realization dawned on her. Her face twisted in jealousy and anger.
"It must have been the Morphin grid. That bastard!!!"
"Why won't it acknowledge ?" She scread as tears of blood stread down her face. Her aura, flaying wildly. "I've been here for years!"
I didn't reply. To , she was all gibberish. Soone like her doesn't deserve this power. Millions would die at her hands if that happened
I lifted myself off the ground. Standing above her with my eyes staring coldly at her. Hate filled my heart as I looked at the one who almost ruined to death.
I raised my newly given weapons, two large Ptera-sabers, gathering yellow dinosaur energy at their tips. With no further hesitation, I fired.
"Final Attack—Ptera Ascension beam!"
A large beam of light spanning ters in length shot out at her.
She tried to block, but the light broke her aura shield and consud her.
She scread. "Nooooo, how dare you destroy my clone? I will find you. Once I do, you are dead. You are dead, I say!"
And then—she turned to dust.
Following that process. The chains shattered. The Ankylo-Zord was freed.
It imdiately appeared beside , looking at with pity, but I couldn't say anything to it.
My eyes were blurry. I could feel the overwhelming power I had, now leaving .
But as the power left, I couldn't help but mutter. "I won!"
Then, I collapsed.
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How was the chapter, guys? I think I captured so emotions and a little bit of Kira's character in this chapter. I want you all to know what type of woman she is and how much she's going to be worth to Ethan. This chapter is sohat long too.
Thanks for reading, guys!
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