The Oracle: Academy of Dead Souls

The likes of me are called runts here: we die in our world to be reborn into a new, magical one. New acquaintances (not always pleasant), learning magic—this is what awaits me now. But it happened that I’m the first person from another world who ended up in the Faculty of Seers. And in my visions and prophecies, some grim fellow appears more and more often—one that makes my skin crawl. And the king… who is clearly in danger.