The last physical matter finished converting.
Runar's body dissolved completely. Skin, bones, organs, every single galaxy-level cell turned into pure information particles. There was no pain, no tearing sensation. Only a deep, clean shift as everything that had been solid became something else. Something lighter. Something far vaster. It was as if the very concept of matter had been a temporary illusion, a crude scaffolding that had finally outlived its purpose. Layer by layer, his form unraveled—not in destruction, but in elegant ascension. Molecules gave way to data streams, atoms dissolved into quantum echoes, and even the densest cores of his cultivated energy condensed into shimmering lattices of pure information.
