"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The Queen’s breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes wide with terror.

She tried to move, to scream, but her body remained frozen, locked in the merciless grip of Seraphis’s paralysis magic.

Seraphis leaned in, her silver-white hair brushing against the Queen’s cheek.

"Would you like to feel what your victims felt?" she whispered, her tone almost… gentle.

The Queen’s heartbeat hammered against her ribs.

"No… don’t—"

Seraphis smiled.

"Then let’s begin."

She raised her hand, her fingers glowing with an eerie silver light.

Evolution Magic: Mirror of Suffering.

The spell descended upon the Queen like a crushing wave—her mind fracturing, twisting, shattering.

And then—

She wasn’t in her body anymore.

The Torture Begins

The Queen’s world spun violently.

When her vision cleared, she found herself in chains.

Her wrists ached, bound in iron cuffs.

Her skin burned, fresh wounds covering her ragged body.

She looked down—she wasn’t herself.

She was a frail woman, one of the many she had imprisoned and framed.

The room was dark, damp stone walls closing in around her. The air reeked of blood and rot.

And then—

The door creaked open.

Heavy boots thumped against the stone.

A familiar voice filled the air—her own voice.

"So, you thought you could betray me?"

The Queen—now trapped inside the body of her victim—felt herself tremble uncontrollably.

She recognized this moment.

This was when she had ordered the woman to be tortured for days, accused of treason she never committed.

And now—

She was about to experience it herself.

A searing-hot blade pressed against her arm.

Her body convulsed in agony as the red-hot metal sliced through flesh.

Her scream ripped through the chamber—

But no one came.

Just like all her victims, she was utterly alone.

The pain was real.

The helplessness was real.

The despair… was unbearable.

The Cycle of Pain

The Queen barely had time to process the horror before the scene shifted again.

Now she was a young servant girl, sobbing in terror as a blade hovered over her throat.

Her own voice rang in the air again, cold and merciless.

"Burn the body. Make it look like an accident."

The girl’s body shook uncontrollably—

And then—

The knife plunged deep into her chest.

The Queen felt everything.

The searing pain. The choking blood. The desperate struggle to breathe.

And then—

Darkness.

But it wasn’t over.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each time, she became another victim.

Each time, she felt their pain, their terror, their suffering.

Every broken bone.
Every plea ignored.
Every betrayal.

It was an endless cycle.

A never-ending spiral of agony.

And the worst part?

She could do nothing to stop it.

She could only scream.

She could only suffer.

Just as they had.

Just as she had made them.

A Mind Shattered

The Queen’s soul fractured.

She no longer knew who she was.

Was she the noblewoman who once sat on the throne?

Or was she the countless nameless souls she had destroyed?

Her mind broke, splintering like shattered glass.

And then—

It all came rushing back.

She was herself again, back in her royal chambers.

But something was different.

Her body was still frozen.

Her mind, however… was ruined.

Tears streamed down her face.

She tried to speak, but only a choked sob escaped her lips.

Seraphis tilted her head, watching with detached amusement.

"So? How did it feel?"

The Queen’s lips trembled.

"P-please… stop…"

Seraphis’s expression darkened.

"Oh, I did stop."

She leaned in closer, her whisper like a ghost in the Queen’s ear.

"But you’ll keep reliving it, over and over, for the rest of your life."

The Queen shook violently, her body convulsing with silent sobs.

She would never sleep again.

Never breathe without hearing their screams.

Never see without watching her own hands commit the horrors she inflicted.

And that, Seraphis decided, was a fitting punishment.

She turned on her heel, leaving the Queen to drown in her suffering.

As she reached the door, she paused—just for a moment.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a single playing card slicing through the air.

It embedded itself in the Queen’s vanity mirror, splitting her reflection in two.

The Queen gasped.

Because her reflection was no longer her own.

It was the faces of every single victim she had ever wronged.

And they were watching her.

Seraphis smirked.

"Enjoy the rest of your reign, Your Majesty."

Then, she disappeared into the night.

Leaving behind a broken Queen and a haunted palace.