It takes a few hours before Marcus is able to recover. However, the damage he had received from the backlash had already been done. His face looking ugly and twisted, he kicks over a table in anger.
“How dare she! How dare she!!” he bellows in outrage, veins rising on his forehead.
He could feel that the damage he had received to his soul had been tremendous. He had spent an extremely long time, building up his strength and in a second, it had all come undone. Centuries worth of effort, wasted just like that!
He walks over a mirror and takes in his reflection. His previously youthful looking skin had lost its luster. A few wrinkles had also appeared; there are little crow feet at the corners of his eyes and smile lines on his cheeks. His completely black hair is also now streaked with a
