The Race

Ty, with a hint of wry humor, raised his skeletal hand, displaying the missing index finger to Todd. "Let's just say you missed some things while we were apart," he said, a subtle smile playing on his bony jaw.

As they prepared to leave, Ty mused about the potential use of the armor the Demon King had given him. "Let's go ahead and get going. I might get a good chance to use the Demon King's armor he gave me. Though, I wish I would have had it ready when Erebos attacked," he reflected, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and regret.

Todd, understanding the gravity of Ty's words, showed his chest, carefully undoing some of the bandages.

The sight of two scars and a stitched-up wound, from which a bit of blood still seeped, was a stark reminder of the perils they faced.

"I'm still recovering myself, but they don't seem to care too much," he said, a note of resilience in his tone.