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The vision changed. She stood on a mountain, clad in armor of obsidian and gold. Below her, thousands—no, millions—knelt. Wolves, dragons, humans, all bowing to her. At her side stood the Grimkeeper, no longer shrouded in shadows, but formed fully. His skin gleamed with divine power, and in his eyes were stars. “Together,” he whispered, “we will rule a world without sickness, without death, without war. You will be its queen. The Flame Reborn.”

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 had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

I turn toward the shadowy corner where my crew waits, heads bowed over the last-minute tech checks. “Is everything ready?” I ask. “Lighting cues? Pyro?” “The technician’s locked in,” one of them says. “You give the nod—we light it up.” “Good,” I breathe as I steady my pulse. I’m not Valentina tonight. I’m reckoning in heels. Tonight isn’t for tears or fear of death. It’s for war—and rebirth. The lights drop. Smoke rolls in and covers the scene. The drums begin it’s deep and ancient echoing as if from the bones of Mesopotamia.

My soul screamed as it broke free from its human shell—no longer broken, no longer bruised. Reborn. In that moment, I felt everything heal. Every crack, every injury. My strength returned. My power, mine again. And with it came something I hadn’t allowed myself in days. Grief. Rage. Hope. I unleashed it. Every scream I had held back. Every ounce of fury. Every unspoken fear. It poured out of me like a storm as my glow shattered the dark. Green light ignited around me—alive and blazing. I felt my soul anchor… back into my body.

I anxiously tried to stop them, but Jared suddenly snatched Larry's baton and smashed it on me, knocking me to the ground. He was seething with rage. "No wonder…it's the same in the past—you two are in this together, trying to deceive me!" I was shocked to realize that Jared was also reborn. No wonder he had insisted that I was lying on the phone despite not asking for his help this time. But as blood poured out from my body, my head began to spin, and I could barely speak. All I could do was lie there, struggling weakly. Jared took in a deep breath and clamped his hand tightly on my wrist. "Do you know what the consequences of hurting the daughter of the Spencer family are?

I was in a daze as I tried to figure out what was happening, it was then that a girl appeared in front of me catching my mate before she could fall to the ground. I stood on the spot dumbfounded as I tried to understand what just happened. I could see the disdain in her eyes when she rejected me, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes. I knew that there is a high chance that I will be rejected if my mate is not a rogue like but being rejected with disdain made me angry. I knew that she must have felt the aura on my body which made her realize that I was a rogue but being rejected as soon as she saw me hurt my pride.

"No way, Melissa went to make us herbal tea. We have to wait for her before we can operate on the mayor!" When Joe Reid spoke those exact same words as in my previous life, I finally realized I had been reborn. Watching him explain to our department colleagues, hatred surged within me like a tidal wave. Before I could make a move, Joe turned to me with anger written all over his face. "Kimberly Hayes, you're so selfish! Melissa isn't here yet. What's wrong with waiting two more minutes?"

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

Holding the ebony fan, I set foot on the Celestial Ascension Stairway to the Nine Heavens alone. With a flick of my wrist, the fan's ribs and surface elongated in a flash of blinding black light, transforming into a longsword as dark as ink. A jet-black wave of sword energy crashed down like a bolt of lightning. The magnificent Ascension Stairway shattered with a deafening roar. Jade stone splintered and collapsed, and half the Celestial Realm shook violently. Countless celestial soldiers and generals poured out of the Southern Heavenly Gate in a panic, blocking my path.