Zayn watched as the green-skinned witch disappeared into the bustling streets, her cloak billowing as she slipped away after healing him before Bran could grab her.
The moment she vanished, Bran clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Damn it," Bran muttered, extending a hand toward Zayn. "You alright?"
Zayn exhaled sharply. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He grabbed Bran's hand and let himself be pulled to his feet.
The soreness in his ribs had completely vanished, and his body felt light — but that lingering sensation from her magic still bugged him.
He wasn't about to say it out loud, but something felt off.
Just as he took a step forward, the System window flickered in front of him.
[Warning! You have been branded by the Witch Princess.]
Zayn stopped mid-step. His eye twitched.
'Of course,' he thought dryly. 'Because my luck is just that great.'
Bran glanced at him. "What is it?"
"Nothing," Zayn muttered.
He stared at the System notification before clicking his tongue.
