The Phantoms Of Hope

EPISODE 3: The Pale Girl

The med bay within the training room is a clean and well-organized space, bathed in soft, ambient lighting. White sterile walls surround the area, adorned with holographic displays showing vital signs and diagnostic information. The air carries a faint antiseptic scent, characteristic of medical facilities.

Each medical bed is equipped with advanced monitoring devices and adjustable features, providing comfort and functionality for the recovering phantoms and their users. The beds are complemented by storage units containing medical supplies, bandages, and various healing concoctions.

In one corner, a holographic interface displays detailed information about phantom users' conditions, allowing the resident healer or Kibou, currently taking a break from his training, to monitor their recovery progress.

The atmosphere, though clinical, exudes a sense of efficiency and care, offering a sanctuary for the phantoms to recuperate before their next venture into the unpredictable realm of phantom battles.

In the quiet moments of recovery, Ethan's mind echoed with the haunting memories of that fateful night when Salem, the orchestrator of his family's demise, had taken everything from him. The scars on his heart ran deep, fueled by the desire for vengeance.

Silver, sensing the weight in Ethan's silence, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll find Salem, Ethan. And we'll make her pay for what she did to your family."

Ethan clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. "She won't escape justice this time."

Iris and Cinder enter the training room, catching Kibou in the midst of his intense training with the wooden scythe. Kibou, sweating and focused, notices their arrival and pauses, setting the scythe aside.

Iris: "Hey, Kibou! Training hard, I see."

Kibou, catching his breath, grins at them. "Yeah, gotta stay on my toes, especially after today's showdown."

Cinder: "Impressive. Your dedication is admirable."

Iris: "So, what's the plan? Any new techniques you're working on?"

Kibou: "Always trying to improve. And speaking of plans, Ethan and Sliver are in the med bay. We had a rough encounter with a dark phantom. They could use some rest."

Cinder: "Trouble seems to follow you, doesn't it?"

Kibou chuckles. "It's a phantom user's life. Shall we check in on them?"

Iris nods, and they make their way to the med bay, leaving Kibou to resume his training once they're out of sight.

Silver, feeling the lingering effects of the battle, confides in Assassin.

Silver: "Assassin, I can't let Salem roam freely. I need to be ready, no matter the cost."

Assassin, crossing his arms, responds with a stern tone.

Assassin: "Your determination is commendable, but pushing yourself to the limit won't benefit anyone. We must find a balance."

Silver, though still driven, acknowledges Assassin's advice.

Silver: "I get it, but I can't afford to be passive. Salem won't wait for me to recover."

Iris, having overheard the conversation between Silver and Assassin, decides to intervene, concerned for Sliver's well-being.

Iris: "Hey, Sliver. I couldn't help but hear your conversation with Assassin. It's clear you're determined, but pushing yourself too hard won't do any good. Rest is crucial for recovery, especially after what you faced today."