As soon as they stepped back into the living room, Sean couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Ethan, that thing Ray could do—his ability…" he said, eyes gleaming.
"We'll try it tonight," Ethan replied, thoughtful. "I'm not sure if it'll work."
Sean nodded eagerly. "Yeah, yeah."
He couldn't hide his excitement. Ray's ability had been seriously impressive—if it could be transferred, it was a game-changer. If someone could eventually achieve full-body metal transformation, they'd be a walking tank, a one-man slaughterhouse.
Honestly, if Ray had gone full metal during the fight with Garrick, the outcome might've been very different.
Midnight.
The Nine-Star Dipper shimmered into view again, high above the city.
But this time, no one went up to the rooftop to stargaze.
Instead, they gathered in the backyard.
Ray was still curled up in the dog cage, looking pitiful and small. The same Ray who used to strut around like a prince, untouchable, untouchable—now reduced to this.
