When the chamber was opened, Anon took nearly a full minute to stand in silence, simply looking at the man in the stasis chamber. His actions were so subtle, in fact, that there would be no apparent sign that anything was happening, even if they had the ability to detect the use of mystical energy. Eventually, Anon took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Aside from the purely stubborn nature that Marcus has, very little is keeping him alive. Less damage has been the fatal blow of men with even more genetic modification done to them than he possesses."
The angel, still radiating a bright light from his body, moved over to the chamber, cautiously lifted the limp form of his friend from the machine and placed him on his back, in the middle of the air. Marcus' body didn't move. Rather, it held the position, much like he'd been placed on an operating table. Anon went to work right away. He place the open palm of his right hand onto Marcus' forehead. The palm of his left hand went through Marcus' clothing and touched his chest. Right away, the light faded ever-so slightly from Anon's body, while Marcus became encompassed in a light of his own.
For the benefit of Volodymyr, Anon explained his actions as he went. "The mental damage is the worst. Safeguards that were put in place have been repeatedly cracked until they eventually shattered. They must be rebuilt before the other damage can be repaired." To accompany his words, a shimmering image of a set of broken locks flickered in and out of visible space above Marcus and Anon. One at a time, the locks were pieced back together, and latched back to a secured position.
"Next comes repairing the mental damage itself." The vision of locks was replaced by several strands of glowing light in various colors. "I have to weave the energy strands together. His brain is different from a regular human's. His modifications add several layers of difficulty. I have to use energy patterns that don't exist in a normal human. Plus, there are some weaving patterns his mind won't accept, some he doesn't need and some that will do more harm."
Over a span of several minutes, Anon worked. The images of strands being gradually woven together would be replaced when one set of strands was completed, and another began. Eventually, no more images appeared. Anon removed his hands from Marcus' body. The place where his hand had connected with the man's chest left no sign that he'd gone through the material. The angel's bodily glow returned to its former brightness, and he looked at the four men gathered to observe. "He needs time to adjust to the mental change before I can move on to the physical work. So, to you visitors from other worlds, what do you make of what you've seen?"