847 Marcus' Demands!

Once again, Marcus swallowed his shock when looking at the sight before him.

As an artist, his entire body trembled with the desire to paint what he saw.

The whole place looked mythical.

Baymard itself was glorious, beautiful and otherworldly.

But the palace made him feel like he was in the heavens.

It was a level higher than the rest of Baymard, and it could make anyone feel like they were in the presence of the Gods and all those above.

Marcus took out his blade and gave himself a small cut to keep his excitement in check.

Sometimes, pain was the right medicine to bring anyone back to reality.

Even if one was with the most beautiful woman and was in ecstasy, the moment extreme pain came, that feeling of joy would inevitably vanish in the twinkle of an eye.

Marcus knew his mission and he would never give the enemy the upper hand.