Albel felt a shock go through his body for the second time since his stay here, and could only he glare daggers at the stupid maggot as he was once again paralyzed. If looks could kill, there would be nothing left of that worm.

By the time he could move, he was back in his room. Albel immediately reached for his throat. He realized Yuber was no longer in sight, meaning he couldn't slam his head into the closest wall. Instead, he slammed his only fist against the wall to unleash his frustration. That stupid maggot with his stupid thunder spells...how could he have let it happen?! How could he have been so weak?! As if on cue, his eyes caught the tattoos still on his arm, inflicted by that ghostly wench. They only served as a reminder, a reminder of his own weakness.

Someone was going to pay dearly for this!!

With a growl, he tossed his blanket from his body and stomped off to the closet to store his items away before another wench came and bothered him. He had barely closed the door and an incredibly cheerful nurse came in, her smile clashing horribly with the warrior's foul mood. He resisted the urge to smack it from her face, as such a foolish action would only result in sedatives. No, he'd save the smacking for some other maggot.

It was only after he had entered the cafeteria, retrieved his meal that and took a seat he noticed the tattoo had disappeared.