"Eru, this is an enchantment created by our ancestors thousands of years ago. No one till date was able to activate at least one of these spells," Her father said with an exited expression.
Ambai still did not understand though, didn't the mages use enchantment as well? How is the one she drew so different and special? Just because it was created by an elder.
She voiced all her doubts to her father. He laughed loudly and lifted her in a hug.
"Kid, how could you not know? Mages use spiritual power to draw enchantment, and the one you drew used soul power. It's very, very difficult to even manifest soul power." He said.
Ambai tilted her head with a confused expression. "Soul power? Ahm I still don't understand," she whispered.
At this point she felt dumb.
Rukle chuckled and pulled her to the floor. "See this silver glow," he pointed to the glowing enchantment, "that is soul power. Even after thousands of years, No mage in Miriafa had been able to harness this power,"
