A little help

Robin kept his gaze fixed on the sky. Even he wasn't sure whether he was forcing himself to stay conscious to avoid falling into another long coma, or if he simply wanted to witness Pythor's final moments with his own eyes.

Ba-dump... Ba-dump...

The massive heart, still suspended in the air, continued to beat erratically. Like the severed tail of a lizard twitching after being cut, the heart acted as if it hadn't fully realized what had happened yet. Some of the blood trapped inside continued to seep out, slowly filling the dimensional cube that imprisoned it.

Faced with such a horrifying yet surreal sight, a small, exhausted smile crept onto Robin's face.

He had won.

At this point, nothing else mattered.

It didn't matter if Pythor activated his Planetary Gift, an ability that allowed his organs to take on a gelatinous, untouchable form—because no ability could help if the organ in question was missing entirely.