The spell's name, Reborn, was written in an ink that shimmered faintly, like blood under moonlight. Razeal leaned forward slightly, his eyes scanning each intricate line of text. The script twisted on the page, alive, almost breathing the air around it faintly cold.
"This spell…" Razeal murmured under his breath, narrowing his eyes. "It's based on the soul."
The first few sentences already made his expression turn thoughtful.
It said that upon using the spell, all strength, power, and cultivation one had gained in life would be lost completely everything except their memories and knowledge.
He frowned a little. "So… you start over?" he muttered, turning the page slightly.
But the more he read, the more complicated it became.
