Bang!
The umbrella handle smashed hard into Mark's chin. Just as he was about to fall backward, he took two steps back and regained his balance. Then, with another bang, the handle struck the side of his neck. With a thud, Mark collapsed to the ground and passed out.
Schiller approached with his umbrella in hand, intending to check on him, but a rustling sound came from behind him.
Schiller stopped, planted the tip of his umbrella against the ground, and turned around. Arthur, whose throat he had pierced earlier, was now glowing with purple light. The same light burst from his eyes and from the wound Schiller had left behind.
The glowing spots were like oversized spotlights, their beams clearly visible in the dark night. Arthur slowly floated into the air and straightened his body. The crocodile-headed cane flew back into his hand. When he opened his eyes again in midair, his long hair drifted without wind.
Arthur landed and slowly raised his head, letting out a long breath. There was no longer a single wound on his body. If not for the blood staining his clothes, proving that he had died once already, no one would have been able to tell what he had just gone through.
Schiller stood opposite him with his umbrella in hand, watching the bizarre resurrection ritual. When he had pulled the umbrella blade from Arthur's throat, he had been absolutely certain Arthur was dead. There was no possibility of a feigned death. Yet just now, Arthur had come back to life.
At that moment, Schiller saw Khonshu's terrifyingly enormous figure appear behind Arthur. The bird-headed god opened his beak and conveyed a message to Schiller.
"The Egyptian gods possess the power to command the boundary between life and death. When a person's body