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It was existence as a cage for something else. Rose's voice changed again, but this time it wasn't Ashley. It was older, ancient, speaking through the emotional echo Ashley had left on the portrait. "The Architects made us first," the voice said. "Before phoenixes. Before wolves. We were their prototype for immortal consciousness. But we were flawed—we could think and plan but not feel. Not truly. So they discarded us, started over with biological immortality. Phoenix fire that could resurrect. Wolf bonds that transcended death. They thought they'd perfected it."

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

In the previous life, this drama had downplayed the second lead's identity, focusing on the cold and unfeeling immortal being won over by the little angel, emphasizing the romantic storyline. With the second lead's character altered to be unappealing, she came across as a crazed witch and a malicious supporting character. However, the second lead was originally the immortal's first wife from his mortal days, who was wrongfully killed as he pursued the path of immortality. The heavens spared her, granting her a new chance and leading her into the path of demonic cultivation. Driven by clear-cut emotions of love and hatred, she sought revenge, planning to repay her husband in kind by killing h

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."

I want to go there and learn to how to fight. I don’t know where Gladys is, I think I might have lost her but since I met her out of the danger range, she should be fine… I saw Ox carts passing through the borders as I was mindlessly walking and ran towards it. It seems the villagers are leaving the village. I managed to board one of the carts so that I might go to my destination aka The Death Hub… This time, I’m coming back to the city as Deirdre… I don’t need anyone to correct my name. I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

I read through the thinly veiled jabs at me on my screen, took a sip of my sparkling water, and didn't react. Then my phone buzzed with an Instagram notification. Cassie had posted. The headline was hard to scroll past: Gen Z Reclaims the Workplace: How I Disrupted Our Stale Director with Next-Level Strategy. In the caption, she'd cast herself as a fearless innovator who broke all the rules and refused to be held back. I, naturally, was the bitter, out-of-touch antagonist who'd been left behind. The comments were already piling up, hundreds of them. "Iconic. Spend $300, save $350?? She's not playing, she's about to bury the competition."

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

I was alive. My heart pounding, I ran out of the bathroom and threw open the window. Warm air rushed into my face, carrying the noise of the city. Hawkers were shouting, cars honking, people arguing, laughing, living. Life. It was everywhere. I pressed a hand to my chest and inhaled deeply. For the first time in a long time, the air didn’t hurt to breathe. “It’s beautiful…” I whispered. Then my eyes swept around the small, rundown house with the peeling wallpaper and half-empty bottles added with the faint smell of smoke and alcohol. I slowly started to realize that I hadn’t just inherited Patricia Allen’s body… I’d inherited her life, her responsibilities and her problems.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.