From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

"So, are these all the souls there are, or are there some other variations as well? I only ask this because I've seen souls that have a green hue to them but noticed that you didn't mention it," Ty inquired, a confused look evident on his skeletal face.

"Good question," the Demon King remarked, his face pulling into an expression of boredom as he urged a swift response.

Kirana began, aiming for brevity under the pressure of the two, "Each soul primarily falls within these categories. However, a soul's color can also be influenced by the race it belongs to. For instance, the green hue you observed likely belongs to the Orc you defeated. I must clarify that you've been mistakenly referring to it as a goblin. Please correct that."

Ty nodded in realization. "Oh, that makes sense. Thank you for the clarification," he said, gratitude lighting up his bony visage as clarity replaced his previous confusion.

The Demon King pondered deeply, his mind entangled in a web of intricate thoughts. "Have you been able to gather any information regarding the seals? How were they placed, why, and what intentions does Erebos harbor for him to be constantly attacking the mortals in the mortal realm?" he inquired, his voice laced with a blend of curiosity and concern.

He paused, allowing his words to linger in the air, filling the room with a sense of urgency before he continued, "I imagine the Angelic Race wouldn't take too kindly to this happening after a while. Thus, I have dispatched a messenger to the Vampirific Realm to arrange a meeting with the Vampire King."

Ty's skeletal form shot up, a wave of surprise washing over him. "There's a Vampire King?" he exclaimed, disbelief echoing in his voice.

"Yes, of course, there is," the Demon King responded, nodding subtly as he addressed Ty's astonishment.

"And he has his own realm?" Ty continued, trying to wrap his head around the unfolding revelations while his bony face was etched with intrigue. The room was filled with the silent hum of curiosity, waiting for further elucidation.

Tilting his head and raising his skeletal bow in curiosity, with a voice filled with surprise and intrigue, he asked, "That's odd, don't you think?"

"No, why would that be odd?" The Demon King responded, seeming unperturbed by Ty's question.

Ty paused as he collected his thoughts before he continued, "Well, in human lore, vampires are typically seen as monsters, akin to demons."

"Does that mean there are no vampires in your realm?" each of his words echoed with a desire to understand the unknown intricacies of these realms.

The Demon King nodded, acknowledging Ty's curiosity.

"I suppose in that context, it might seem unusual to you. However, within the twelve different realms, diversity is the norm. Each realm is vast and unique and is inhabited by various beings and governed by different deities. Vampires, like many others, have their dominion where they reign, living beyond the simplistic labels of monsters or legends."

The Demon King explained, unraveling the complexities of the realms with each elucidating word.

"The Vampire Realm, although its the smallest among all, houses beings that have some of the most potent abilities," the Demon King began, his voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. "However, they do lack one profound capability—the ability to create worlds."

Switching the track of his words with a seamless transition, he addressed another pressing issue. "Now, concerning Ty's seal and the alteration in his soul color, let me hear a few elucidations."

After he said that, the room seemed to have held its breath, waiting for the revelations to unfold.

"Thank you for bringing this up," Kirana interjected with a nod. "In essence, a significant portion of Ty's soul potential has been imprisoned, concealed within layers of mystical seals. This obscured it, rendering it as a basic soul in this life, and possibly for several past millennia."

She paused, allowing the gravity of the information to sink in before she continued. "At present, Ty's soul exhibits traces of a King Level soul, but these are mere fragments, minuscule glimpses of its true magnificence. It's plausible to deduce that this is a consequence of the numerous other 'seals' that have been meticulously placed upon it over time."

Her words flowed with a mixture of certainty and mystery, painting a picture of a soul that was bound by numerous invisible chains, waiting to unveil its full glory.

Kirana stood in front of the whiteboard, her glasses perched neatly on her nose bridge. Taking a moment to adjust them, she collected her thoughts before turning to the whiteboard.

The whiteboard was a canvas of complexity, filled with symbols and diagrams, each holding a profound meaning. It was like reading a cryptic story, each line, each curve telling tales of mystical realms.

After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned around to face Ty and the Demon King with a look of determination in her eyes as it met theirs, a silent indication of the gravity of what she was about to unveil.

"I've been examining the unique patterns within Ty's soul for a while now," she began, her voice a steady stream of thought, ensuring that there was clarity and simplicity in her words for them to understand it well.

"What I see here has shadows of ancient practices, ones that can be traced back to old Sumerian traditions." She paused, allowing the weight of history to settle in the room. "It might seem like we are taking a journey far back in time, but every detail here is essential."

Her hand moved gracefully, pointing to a symbol that captured the essence of mystique. It looked like a fusion between a wing and a crescent, an emblem of ancient echoes.

"This," she said, "is known as the Mark of Gilgamesh. It's a name from the past, surrounded by numerous legends and tales. Does it sound familiar to any of you?"

With his interest visibly piqued, the Demon King leaned forward as his eyes narrowed slightly in intrigue. His mind began to sift through ancient histories, connecting dots from the faded pages of time.

"The Sumerians," he mused aloud, his voice a low rumble which was filled with the essence of curiosity, "They stand as pillars in the earliest chapters of civilization on Earth, don't they?"

Kirana nodded before she stated, "From my studies, that is correct; it took a lot of digging to get this far, but I'm sure it will prove to be fruitful."