Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Chapter 3

Word Count: 690 | Released on: 13/05/2026

o stand. Black spots danced across her vision. The bloo

rinted out the door befor

im. His steps were uneven, lim

of the stone room. The blinding su

ad gathered in the dirt clearing.

two guards lowered a crude w

. His skin, usually pale, was a h

The wound was so deep the white of his bones peeked through

cher. His eyes turned red. A raw, animalisti

nd, trying to use his Ice Aetheric Signature to freeze the bleeding. But the

hem. He shook his head slowly. "The poi

of them let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Looks like th

owd. She dragged her weak legs forw

cked her path like a rab

him!" Brogan roared, s

to mock them. Or worse

yes turne

ice cracking like a whip. "

hit Brogan like a physical blow. He flinche

. She shoved past his frozen body an

ls. She pressed two fingers to his neck. The pulse was a faint, er

deep into her soul, pulling on the Viridian Healing Aether

een light sparked to lif

cked the air from the clearing. No one in the Wild

palm directly onto Gunne

e glowing vines. The green light wrapped a

und the edges of the wound began to recede

owly closing the fatal gap. As the purplish-black toxin receded from his veins, the faint, e

learing. The Shaman's cloudy

perfectly still, suddenly rose.

Kiana's face. Her skin

er's heart was stable, s

hit her nervous system like a freigh

collapsed onto the dirt right beside

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Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

Amelia Rivers Fantasy

“A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room. She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland. Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror. Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open. He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts. The situation was a complete death trap. Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts. Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall. Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises. The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled. As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl. She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game. Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man. "Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you." With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.”