Rachel, who had been standing in the shadows and was almost devoid of a presence, suddenly walked forward.
She stretched out her arm, gently placing the back of her hand against Skeletor Superman's forehead to sense something for a moment.
Then Rachel shattered the quiet of the Batcave with a calm tone that struck like a sudden clap of thunder.
"He's not dead yet."
"Huh?"
Shane felt somewhat shocked.
In a sense, he was also an expert in this field; there was no way he couldn't even tell whether a person was dead or alive.
The impact and scorching heat generated by the explosion of that giant satellite had roasted away a large portion of this frail Superman's skin, and he had no breathing or heartbeat.
Batman also walked over, activated the scanning function in his helmet, and frowned as he looked at Rachel a moment later.
"There isn't even the faintest trace of brainwave feedback, and no residual Bio-Force Field. What are you basing your judgment on?"
"His soul shows no signs of dissipating."
Rachel simply said that quietly, and with no intention of continuing her explanation, she retreated back into the shadows.
Batman quietly stared at that emaciated body, which looked as though it could break at the slightest touch, and suddenly blurted out.
"How is he?"
Shane was slightly startled, only realizing a moment later that Batman was asking him.
"He should be a pretty decent guy, just obviously lacking in experience communicating with people."
"I'm guessing he might have been imprisoned by some faction in that world for a very long time. Whenever he talked to me, he always had this deliberate sense of guardedness, but in reality, his thinking is simple and naive."
Batman silently nodded.
"Night has fallen now, but I have equipment here