Marcus snapped his head up, his gaze colliding with two unfamiliar figures.
The two standing by the bed were starkly different.
The one in the front was exceptionally tall, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the entire field of vision. The skin on the left side of his face was pitted and charred, bearing the texture of something scorched by intense fire. He looked like a burned plaster statue, radiating an unsettling, oppressive aura. Even standing quietly, he seemed to possess a latent power capable of tearing space apart at any moment. Strangely, he was dressed in women's attire, which clashed violently with his demeanor.
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