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I swallowed hard. I had no idea what she meant by "forever losing my human form." It was my only form. "Seal?" I asked. "What seal?" I didn't have a seal. She lifted a finger and a mirror appeared. My confounded face with the vine running through it appeared as I was used to. Then the marks faded away and were gone, showing me a face I was unfamiliar with. Vineless. The mirror disappeared and my hand touched my face. Such a small thing makes such a big difference? Emare has made a promise. A promise to always care for her brother. To prevail. No matter what. At any cost. Even her soul. Never having lived her life for herself, she is merely a Remnant of her past. The familiar soul with a gluttonous spirit. A new being for the future. The Remnant Tails!
Winter's Callous Promises
