Jezabel Rhodes, a woman of unknown past, the queen who never dithered in her decisions, a leader who was not only mighty but was also full of determination on her purpose of waging a war against the Sapiens ally, a ruler that led both the armies of demons, witches and warlocks, an empress who was loved and praised by both the worlds, a lady who was loved by King Draven, perceives her end.
But this was not the end of the war. Strangely the smoke which has to disappear along with her corpse began to jam-pack in the air. It started to chock everyone. The abhorrent smell was intolerant. Her ashes began to move and was concentrated in a place below the jam-packed smoke. It took the shape of a human, a female, with long hair. “Novelle,” it murmured in a deep voice. It began to float in the air,
