When Phei returned, Marcus was no longer screaming, and for the briefest moment the silence almost suggested the three creatures had finally run out of the cruelty Phei had left them to carry out.
One look at Marcus killed that thought.
The Angel Progenitor lay where Phei had left him, but what rested on the golden sea now looked less like a defeated man and more like what was left behind after one. World Essence had rebuilt his body because the Soul Realm could not let its master remain broken.
It had mended torn flesh, rejoined shattered spirit bones and sealed every wound until Marcus once again had something that could be called a whole form.
The healing had done nothing for what lived inside it.
