Releasing a sigh, I explained further. "You're right. Mostly because a part of me doesn’t want to accept it. The magics come from a coven known as Cùmhnant a ’chridhe buille. A coven from my first life, that I didn’t know at the time to be heavy into death magic. They were among the cruelest of covens, especially against magical creatures." I paused to swallow the lump that was slowly growing in my throat. "It's what led me to leave the coven and continue my travels. Later down the road, they got themselves killed."