As consciousness returned, Chris' mind felt foggy, as if waking up from a deep sleep. The senses were dull, and everything seemed distant and surreal. Slowly thoughts of what happened before all went black came rushing in. Chris' eyes widened as he understood his situation and he frantically began looking around himself trying to discern anything that could help him. Every detail seemed to jump out at him, sharp and clear, as if he was seeing the world with fresh eyes. He scanned the area, his gaze darting from one part of the room to the other, trying to absorb everything at once. His pupils dilated, as if trying to let in more light, and the whites of his eyes were visible all around.
It was all still dark with the moonlight shining through the window at his back and the door still closed at his front. The same scenario could be seen around him, with blood and nails covering the area around him as he was the epicenter of this morbid scene. However despite the situation looking rather similar as it was previously, there was no mistaking the state of Chris in comparison to his previous condition.
No longer riddled with cuts or bruises. His mid length jet black hair stood in contrast to his pale skin which tightly clung to his well toned body. Although his frame and structure, which seemed to be the perfect description of the ancient Greek ideal, with broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and a narrow waist that tapered down to powerful thighs, perhaps the most striking part of his appearance was his piercing, icy blue eyes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly intensity. His features were sharp and angular, with high cheekbones and a slender nose, truly worthy of being called a charmer by his appearance alone.
Despite feeling incredulous about this sudden change, what truly made his mind gobble was the feeling that surged through his body, as if he was suddenly connected to a deep wellspring of energy and power. There was certainly something different about himself, he had never felt stronger or his mind clearer. Tensing his muscle so that they were bulging, he pushed against the thick rope that was binding his ankles and wrists. Even though he knew his strength had seemingly increased by a lot he was quite surprised to see the restrains slowly tearing, with another grunt of effort he pushed with even more strength and the ropes broke like twigs.
Rising up from the rusty wooden chair he basked in the sense of finally having his limbs free of the restraints. Having them tied for the last couple of days had made him feel truly helpless and powerless, but now flexing his naked body, the feeling of freedom was truly exhilarating. Knowing he wasn't necessarily safe yet, turning around and looking behind the back of the wooden chair. There the perpetrator lay on his back with no apparent motion, his brown short hair still styled in a slicked back manner, despite being clad in black clothing from his feet to his neck he didn't look much like an assassin considering his build was closer to the people contesting in Mr. Olympia, 1.90 cm with large bulging muscles threatining to burst out of the thin dark fabric of his clothes. He looked rather peaceful in his sleep on the cold hard wooden floor. Still Chris knew how deadly this encounter would've been should he be awake.
Deducing how Marco seemed to be knocked unconscious by the same strange energy that had flown through his own body and how the door in to the cabin was still closed, he thought the same energy must've hit the other men standing outside. Feeling a sense of urgency in the fact that he had just woken up, which meant that the others shouldn't be lagging far behind, he moved quickly towards Marco and picking up his shiny dagger from the cold floor, now crouched above his body with the dagger held in a backhand grip with his thumb on the spine of the handle and the rest of his fingers wrapped around it. The blade now pointing down towards Marcos' chest seemed just as sharp as before and just as the moonlight fell upon the blade it shot downwards in a straight line with practiced ease.