Lucas breathed deeply but calmly, his gaze on the floating piece of misery before him. That was the only way to describe what remained of Apex The resilient. His limbless body with the thin almost non-existent but hard remaining layer of skin. Had it not been for the latter, he might have fallen apart and turned into drifting pieces of bones.
Lucas's gaze moved to the leg that had crumbled away at the last moment, then returned to the black holes that used to be eyes and nose above the now lipless mouth. His grin faded, and he passed a hand over the wound running across his torso, and looked at the small but inch deep hole at the side of his abdomen.
His gaze moved back to his defeated opponent, as the side of his face itched from the disappearing wound there. The silence of the previously noisy desolate space softly engulfed his previously excited heart, and his body started to cool down.
