(Kira's POV)
"It's so bright," I couldn't help but mutter to myself.
After disappearing from the strange library, I was transported somewhere else. It looked like an entirely different dimension—an endless white expanse that stretched infinitely in all directions. There was no sky, no ground, yet I could stand. Floating all around me were countless images, like living windows, replaying fragments of our past and present battles against Mesogog.
They moved slowly, almost respectfully, as if the dimension itself was giving me time 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 come 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 sentimental, 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 moment my eyes landed on it, my chest tightened.
"Weird," I muttered, instinctively taking a step back. Just looking at it made me uncomfortable, like my body was warning me of something 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 me. 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 something 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 me.
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 me countless times 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 me 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 moment 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 some struggle—
They merged.
The images fused, collapsing inward before expanding outward violently. The space twisted, spiraling into itself as a vortex formed where the images once floated.
A portal.
The air around it screamed silently, energy whipping violently as if reality itself was resisting its creation.
I stared at it for a brief moment, my heart pounding.
No turning back now.
I stepped forward and walked into the portal.
The world flipped.
The moment 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 smell hit me 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 submerged 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 moment I stepped forward, it stiffened.
It turned toward me 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 same thing," I replied, forcing steadiness into my voice.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then it laughed.
An eerie, hollow laugh that made the forest tremble.
"It has been years," the figure said slowly, "since someone dared ask for my name."
The laughter faded. Silence returned. Heavy. Suffocating.
Finally, the figure spoke again.
"You are not worthy of my name," 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 me your skin?
It continued looking at my body like some rare masterpiece with undisguised jealousy.
The moment those words were spoken, my soul shook violently. It felt like something had reached inside me 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 games 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 fragment of me… 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 transformed before my very eyes. A female-like figure slowly formed 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 formed on her body, while a spear appeared in her hands.
Her eyes met 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 meters instantly.
CLANG!
She blocked it easily, with the tip of her spear, as she grinned wickedly.
In an instant, she pushed me back, her spear slashing across my chest. I barely managed to raise my arms in time, but the impact sent me 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, aimed 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 immediately weighed down on me. I couldn't move. Couldn't take a step.
She walked slowly towards me.
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 meters, my back hitting a tree.
"AHHH!!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. I removed my Ranger helmet to breathe in more air. But she gave me no chance afterwards.
She continued her assault. Her spear slashed at me, as my soul screamed in agony.
Every hit landed with both physical and soul-rending force. Each blow felt like it chipped away at something deeper than flesh.
I screamed as I was slammed 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 me 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 me soon enough."
I was really going to die. Someone else was going to wear my skin.
Amidst my thoughts, memories 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 dimension forever. Then you shall watch me 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 me. 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 screamed, although no words came out from me. My soul spoke.
The Morphin Grid sensed my rage and unwillingness.
It responded with a beam of yellow light.
As it engulfed me.
My suit changed, armor forming across my chest.
Pterodactyl wings unfurled from my back.
White turned to radiant gold. A crown with three gems formed atop my head.
Unprecedented power surged through me.
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 me, dashed a few meters back immediately.
"W..What is this Power?" She screamed at me.
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 me?" She screamed as tears of blood streamed down her face. Her aura, flaying wildly. "I've been here for years!"
I didn't reply. To me, she was all gibberish. Someone 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 me 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 meters in length shot out at her.
She tried to block, but the light broke her aura shield and consumed her.
She screamed. "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 immediately appeared beside me, looking at me with pity, but I couldn't say anything to it.
My eyes were blurry. I could feel the overwhelming power I had, now leaving me.
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 some 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 somehat long too.
Thanks for reading, guys!