It all started simply with my death. I found myself in another world, where the dark elves - the drow - rule. The Inquisitor killed all the witches in this world, including my mother. But I'm alive. The necromancer saves me, although he should have either killed me or handed me over to the evil old man to be torn to pieces by the inquisitor. But he doesn’t know yet that I’m the last witch. Will there be love? Of course it will be. And perhaps I am the biological daughter of the inquisitor whom I must kill.