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The Witch Reborn

Author: Gracious Ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-19 23:21:39

Zane's POV

When I opened my eyes again, the world was nothing but ruins. The cavern was gone. The walls, the ceiling, everything had turned to dust and smoke. I could still taste the metal in my mouth, the sting of fire in my lungs. The ground was hot beneath me, pulsing faintly with veins of molten light. My body ached everywhere, but it didn’t matter. My first thought was Ember.

She was on her knees a few feet away, her body glowing faintly through the haze. Cracks of gold and red light ran across her skin like veins of living flame. Every time she breathed, smoke curled from her mouth. She wasn’t just alive — she was changing. The fire around her wasn’t pure anymore. It had dark threads weaving through it, black and alive, twisting around her like shadows trying to breathe.

I dragged myself closer, ignoring the blood dripping from my side. “Ember…”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were open, staring at the remains of what used to be the Witch’s lair. Everything was ash. The air felt he
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