Jezmerine's spirit managed to wrest herself free with the air of the ghosts that dwelled within Kovyan soil. She was there one second and then behind Ja'harra the next. Cold, otherworldly hands touching the Ruin Witch's shoulders as if she could hide herself from the evil that fought to keep the princess in its clutches. To them it may have seemed a shadowy figure haunting a place it didn't belong, but Jezmerine could see it for the evil it truly was. And she was terrified. "What happens if I die in the afterlife?" She asked nervously.
Ja'harra lifted two fingers, dragging the wicked spirit downwards toward a dark pool that rippled above the ground. The fallen Kovuan's ghostly appendages obeyed, dragging the screaming wraith inside, back to the depths of hell where it belonged. The portal vanished, and the Kovyan spirits followed, though still the sensation of death hung heavy in the air.
