The sky was burning.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically.
Actually burning.
Orange cracks split the clouds like shattered glass, and ash fell in slow, silent snowfall across the ruins of the city. Sirens screamed in the distance. The air smelled like metal and smoke.
Mira Han was running.
She didn't know from what. Or toward what.
Only that something enormous had torn open the sky—and whatever crawled out of it wasn't human.
A shadow passed overhead.
The ground exploded.
Pain.
Darkness.
Silence.
Then—
[Booting System Interface...]
A cold blue screen flickered across her vision.
Mira gasped and sat upright.
Grass brushed against her palms.
Grass?
She stared at her hands.
They were smaller. Paler. Thinner.
And there were black markings spiraling up her wrists like inked vines.
"What…?"
Her voice was softer. Younger.
[Initialization Complete.]
[Witch System v1.0 Activated.]
[Host Identified: Mira Han]
[Status: Reincarnated]
She froze.
Reincarnated?
The memories came rushing back—the burning sky, the falling ash, the shadow.
She had died.
Her breath quickened.
"I'm not… in my world anymore."
The trees around her were impossibly tall, their bark tinted silver. The air shimmered faintly, as if magic itself was woven into the atmosphere.
Magic.
Her pulse skipped.
[World Identified: Eldrath Continent]
[Race Assigned: Human Variant – Witch]
**[Unique Trait: System Integration]