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“This is only the beginning of the new you, moon-born. The collapse took the old Kai. The breeding and these quiet days are giving us the real one. Ours completely.” Thorne’s arm tightened around me. “And we will keep you this way. Soft. Bred. Loved in our dark way.” Cassian simply nodded, his steady presence the final anchor. “Tethered. Always.” I closed my eyes, letting their warmth and scents surround me completely. The rebirth was no longer fragile. It was taking root. Deep. Permanent. Mine - because it was theirs.

For the first time, many saw not just the goddess reborn, but the leader who might actually bind them into something greater. Jaiyana lifted her arms, letting her glow brighten ever so slightly, enough to catch every eye in the room. Her voice rose, carrying over the hum of anticipation. “Tonight, we stand together! Tomorrow, we train together! And when the time comes, we will fight together! We are the shield, we are the sword, we are the fire that will not be tamed! And I—Jaiyana, goddess reborn—will fight beside you, shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, until the darkness falls!”

This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

♠ You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium. ♠ Week 4. "It's called rebranding." Reya smiled, sipping the glass of juice gingerly. "What does that mean?" "Good question.” she leaned in further, "it's like doing away with those issues that weigh you down and taking on the good side of why you're alive despite everyone."

"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.

My revenge was snatched from my grasp, the thrill of the kill stolen by the chosen one and her friends. Only Adoh knows, how Silas and Orion needed to die. But that was my kill. Not theirs. No matter, I had other goals now. The first to fulfill my promise that came with my rebirth. The second is to even the playing field and bring each kingdom to its knees. Only then might I find peace. Only then might I be released from this hell. Milo walks back in a struggling wild on a leash drug behind him. The corners of my lips tip akin to something of a smile, albeit a cruel one.

What are rules of the game? Zaphyra- Each god or goddess choses a champion. The champions live normal lives until one is killed early. Then they meet their god or goddess, who give them a chance to be reborn. Each being gets reborn 3 times. Each life they are given one help by their god or goddess. Iris- Yeah, the help would have been nice before my last life.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

After that, she calmed down a bit, thinking that if Tracy’s skin was back to perfection, she would dazzle everyone with just this simple look. “Thank you aunty,” Tracy said, as she stared at the mirror. She had countless thoughts when she saw herself. In her past life, she never wore such outfits; she only wore Eve’s old outfits. Now, seeing herself in new clothes, just the ones she always wished to wear, she felt like crying, but still remembered that she wasn’t alone. ‘With being reborn comes a new look.’ She said inwardly, her lips curled up into a smile, her eyes softened as a smiling gaze appeared as she turned to Rhoda.