What if Tom Riddle Accidentally REVIVED Salazar Slytherin?

In an eternal and endless blackness in a dark void stretching out as far as the eye can see, there is only emptiness. No time, no pain, no sensation at all, like the deepest, dreamless sleep one could imagine. And then, the stillness is broken by the nearly silent chime of a bell, a faint resonance sending ripples through the air. One by one, magical wards are dispelled before sensation comes rushing forward. An obsidian sarcophagus rises from murky depths, its emergence deafening with the sound