Apollo was caught off guard by the sudden death of the wind elemental. He was just getting ready for a huge fight, but now there was no fight to be had.
Apollo continued to laugh, but he grabbed the side of his head and tried to muffle breathing, trying his best to calm down. As for Mark, the white mist seeped into his body. The winds around him grew stronger the more mist got inside.
Once he was finished, he let out a soft breath, shooting out a tiny blade of wind.
Mark's body quickly reverted from his demonized form. The horns went back into his head, his hair turned from white back to a healthy yellow and his infected-like skin reverted.
But now, his eyes slightly parted to reveal blue irises, but white pupils.
By now, Apollo gradually calmed down. He shot a look at Mark.
"It's finished, right?"
Mark nodded.
"Yes, yes."
Apollo let out a soft sigh.
"Ok, then I'm going to do what I need to finish."
