ZURI

The elder witch’s words sank into me like stones thrown into deep water, rippling through every part of me until I could barely breathe. I was what?! Wait… so I had reincarnated?

“It is possible,” the witch mother continued. Her voice was calm but carried a weight that crushed me. “A reincarnated soul may bear the remnants of their past life. Oaths. Memories. Bonds. Marks.”

Her eyes lingered on my arm, where the cursed red line burned faintly against my skin. “Especially ...