It was indeed true what Sylia had reasoned. And this had eventually made Yama turn silent. He instantly asked his minister to go into deep investigations regarding this and these things could not be taken lightly.
It was only on deep and thorough investigations it was found that there was a black soul that was behind all this. And this had nothing to do with black magic and any kind of spells done by Sylia. The black soul belonged to whom, it was still unknown. Such kind of souls were someone who were either killed without any reason or were given the most painful and torturous death. So whenever such a sudden death happened, it was evident that the black soul had returned to take revenge so that its thirst could be satisfied.
"Master, it is sure now. That head witch, it's her soul." The minister informed Yama in a solemn voice with his head bowed.
"She was supposed to burn in the fire of hell." The Yama muttered under his breath as the wine glass which was in his broke with a clash sound because of his tight grip. It immediately made the minister to shudder while his shoulders trembled.
There was silence for a brief moments while Yama had his eyes closed and resting his head on the headrest behind him.
"Master…" The minister finally broke the silence as he called out for Yama waiting for him to give orders to him.
Yama opened his eyes and said in a slight hoarse voice.
"Go and find out if there is a way to catch and lock her soul."
Sylia had stayed inside the Yama's cave room for the entire morning. When he back had started to ache on sitting in the same position continuously, she stretched her hand backwards trying to open up the tightened and stiff muscles. Her eyes darted towards a specific corner of the room, somehow she felt that something was there that was calling her. Without even realising she had actually stood up from the couch and had walked towards the doorframe of the secluded room where Yama used to go to offer prayers.
She lifted her hand and had just touched the closed door when a sudden sensation travelled through her body. She immediately retracted her hand back in surprise. Her eyes darted below the lock on the door. It was very unusual and a different lock. Her brows furrowed on looking at the number of red and black threads that were tied around the lock.
"Why are so many threads around this?" She could not help but ask herself. And how far she was trying to recall, she was sure that she had seen these threads and the way they were wrapped around the lock layer by layer, it was for sure that there was some spell on it.
Grabbing the lock with both of her hands she closed her eyes and tried to go through the sequel of memory files inside her head, trying to remember what might have made her feel as if she had seen these things before.
The moment her eyes closed, a computerised sequel appeared in front of her eyes. It seemed just as if a computer stores different kinds of memories at suitable memory space, in her brain there were small memory cells or even better different folders containing different incidents and memories of her life.
There were a number of folders, some of them had titles as 'Childhood', 'Bennett's and Spells, 'Yulie- the bitchy witch', 'Mythen',... and many more.
Sylia was quite surprised to see so many memories there, and even more surprised she was because of the things that had appeared in front of her out of nowhere. Were these things already inside her brain and it was just she who hasn't realised it yet?
Visualising herself there in the front of each memory folders, she tried to tap on one of them. It had the title 'Bennetts and spells'. As soon as she tapped on it, another folder propped in front of her eyes. Like the earlier one this time as well the background was black but the content which was being displayed were in green.
"Oh my goodness! What is this?" Her eyes almost bulged out while her lips parted in amazement. The folder had a number of pictures. She scrolled through them and her eyes landed on the same visual as she had seen on the lock wrapped with threads.
She clicked on it and soon a brief informative content appeared on the side.
Spell : To preserve elements and souls.
Dangerous: Average
Blast: No
Mantra: Simple unlocking
Looking and reading those vague informatives, a crease appeared on her forehead. What kind of information is this? She could not help but think to herself while slowly opening her eyes. She stared at the lock in her hands and bit her lower lip.
"Silvestra… magnetesia…" She started mumbling some words in some foreign language which seemed to be some kind of spells. The lock in her hand started to turn warm slightly and Sylia could feel it. It meant that the seal was going to break as the spell was working. She became much more excited.
"What are you doing?" All of a sudden a loud and cold manly voice echoed from behind Sylia which made her tremble.
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