Ragnar, Sumeri, Nikolai, and Orcus stood in stunned silence, disbelief written across their faces as they witnessed Hubrion's miraculous resurrection.
Orcus, in particular, was overcome with panic and fear, his previous calm demeanor shattered by the unexpected turn of events.
"H-How . . . how did you survive my death skill?!" Orcus exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.
Hubrion's expression was calm and collected. He reached into his armor and retrieved a small straw doll, holding it out for Orcus to see.
The necromancer's face contorted in horror at the sight.
"That . . . that is . . ." Orcus stammered, his voice trailing off in disbelief.
Hubrion grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This is a revive doll that Malifira gave to me," he explained. "She said that any death spell would be directed into this doll, protecting its owner from instant death. We knew about your spell, Orcus, and so we came prepared."
