Martin's hand phases through the magic. It's magic, after all, not something tangible just yet.
Unfortunately for him, the magic circle suddenly levitates from the floor and shrinks to a fairly large ring shape, glowing immensely. Well, that's what happens as it seems to bind the arm behind his outstretched hand in a highly tangible manner, anyways.

Elio wasn't expecting that was well. Though he didn't show anything indication surprise. However, some of the mages that were assisting him did. He just eyed Martin and didn't say anything though.

The bright ring around Martin's arm was enough for most of the members outside to all stare at it.

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((Am I supposed to pov something))

((Yes please do because it seems that everyone else in the thread is just kinda spectating xD))

As said, the ring is dimming. Just before it completely vanishes, however, it flashes brightly enough to make everyone there have to blink at the very least. And when the blink or whatever gesture they did to block the light, an action of that sort, was complete, Martin's arm ring is gone. And standing next to him is someone familiar to the guild--a young adult with a gaze somehow both languid and alert, very flowy two-toned hair, and a completely taciturn expression. And unfortunately for the moment, they do not have coffee with them at the moment, but the bright arm-ring, or something of the sort, is on their arm that would be the opposite of the one it latched to on Martin.  

(I'm really not in the right mood for a non-angst, dramatic POV. Sorry for any disappointment lol)

Martin lowered his arm to gaze upon them. His heart skipped a beat (or so it felt).
"K- Kiaane!" The young boy exclaimed, advancing a single step forward before deciding he should control himself.

The brief glance was enough to make a smile break on Martin's previously serious face.
"You're back alive now too," he breathed out, barely containing his excitement.

Kiaane didn't look at Martin for now, but as their general demeanor implies, it's only because they're at attention, or whatever you call staring at Elio. And while it's not exactly in their usual agenda to question the questions Elio and such ask them, their expression indicates no real reaction.
Then again, they've never really looked perplexed all that often, either. And a question must be answered in some way.
"Alive?"

Martin stood still and listened.

Aereon was inside the castle, sitting on a chair and doing some sort of list.

"Hmm?" Aereon looked up from her paper, straightening her posture in the chair as well. She looked directly at the mage's face. "Is something the matter?"

Aereon made a humming noise. "Just like that? About time Kiaane got revived." She stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her coat and skirt. "Thanks for the information. I'll be out in a bit."

The mage nods, gives a small bow, and quickly leaves the room.

Elio sighs, "Did you die?"

"But everyone else did," Martin pointed out. "We all remember dying."

Aereon took a few more minutes to actuall exit the room she was in. Once outside, she scanned the place to find the place where the 'revival' had taken place. She started in that direction.

"Kiaane, where were you during that event? Were you far off on a mission?"

((Yeah but who knows how long it was, ago. Maybe I should've PoVed him remembering, yeah that would've been smarter, stupid Time moment))

"Well then I take it as so." He sighed, "In which then you were not eliminated. So does it seem you haven't even aged?"