I remember now. The birthmark broke, and the seal broke with it. If the seal hadn't broken, I would still be nothing more than an ordinary little girl in this life, and I would have continued to repeat the cycle of reincarnation.
I suspect that the moment my power returned, my divine strength was so weak that I could barely bring myself back thirty years. But thirty years is enough. From now on, I'll settle every last account, one by one. Everything those vermin did to me, I'll repay in kind.
Because at last, I remember who I am: an ancient great shaman, one of the Twelve Witch Ancestors, an existence that once stood above all others.
The corners of my mouth lifted slightly. My smile was brilliant, like a summer flower just coming into bloom.
