Liam gazed at himself in his full body mirror. He changed over the past five years that went by so agonizingly slow. True he would never die and that the clock of mortality had been broken, but he felt as if he grew older and weaker with every passing year. His once proud glowing eyes were now a weakened blue that barely gave off a spark. His hair had lost its color and became a white blonde. But one thing had stayed; the glowing mark of a Furian was still on his chest, pulsing as if it were his heart. He could feel it just beneath his dark shirt, making him sick as he remembered every detail of his origins and betrayal. He grimaced at his reflection and wanted to slam his fist into the glass, hoping the physical pain would ease the mental. But he couldn't do that. He had made a promise to the only person he ever loved and would keep it until Underverse come.
His time of self loathing and mourning was interrupted by a knock at his door. He thought of not answering it, but changed his mind when the knock became more profound. It was most likely a servant of the Lord Marshall or another Commander coming to bother him. He sighed and went to answer the door.
"What is it?" he asked as he pulled open the door.
The person who had knocked was a woman. She wasn't a convert, but he could tell from her converted mark that she wasn't a full Necromonger yet. But even so, she kept her eyes cast down like most low rank Necromonger women speaking to an official. "My lord, the Lord Marshall wishes me to inform you that we have entered the planet Argon's atmosphere and he summons you to watch the battle." She said.
He gave a nod and sent her away. Not another planet. Not another proud race to be broken. He thought as he shut his door. He sighed angrily and went to dress for the occasion.