Albion had arisen from his death like a zombie coming out of the grave, but with Albion's rise, everyone else woke up. Albion's frail corpse had regained some life after getting a good amount of sleep and everyone seemed very satisfied with last night's intimacy. Or what Albion would call a murder attempt, as without his skill, anyone else would have died from that. Orcs, goblins, and incubi, all would've died if they were in Albion's position. There was no dragon or species that could survive quite like Albion could in bed. A blessing and a curse. Because everyone made sure they finished off completely satisfied with Albion, no matter how long it took.