The body was breathing, as if it had wandered on the edge of death's domain before circling back to the living world.
The black-robed cultists in the room stared blankly at this scene, some of them not even realizing that the man before them had actually "died" once, because the moment of life and death was so fleeting that without close attention, it was almost imperceptible. They only felt that the breath of the dying "comrade" somehow became suddenly steady and strong, which was quite astonishing.
The next second, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes.
It seemed he had been in the dark for too long, so much that even the not-so-bright oil lamp in the room felt blinding. He blinked, adjusting to the light, then his eyes slowly moved, as if only just now noticing the three black-robed figures gathered around him.
