"I…"
Ray's consciousness flickered, his vision blurred and disoriented. Slowly, he rose to his feet, the sound of his bones cracking in the silence.
"Hmm?" He looked down at his hand, now nothing more than bare bone.
"I guess… I lost."
Bitterness crept up in his head. If he hadn't fought so recklessly, he might have taken down the planetary being of the Sun with him. But the Sun had managed to escape at the last moment.
"Coward."
Ray scoffed, taking a step forward in his skeletal form. Not a shred of flesh, not a single organ or muscle remained—it was a wonder he was still able to move, let alone live.
His physique and vitality had rendered him incredibly resilient, making death nearly impossible. Unless every cell of his body was obliterated, he simply couldn't die.
