It was midnight. Up in the cloudy sky, the moon was playing hide and seek. Two horse riders were going towards the Minaak crematory. Both were armed warriors, covered in black cloaks from head to toe. Their beards were flowing in the air, and their glowing eyes were looking around warily. One of the horse riders was muscular and young, named Mir, the Lord of Moriya. The other was tall, thin and old. His eyes had wisdom of ages. They both were talking in Moriyan tongue.
"Are rumors about Capalis true? I mean, they say Nimais command Pisachas and Jinns. " Mir asked.
"No! It is a fabricated lie," replied Jora, the old man.
"Then why do millions of people believe in such lies?" asked Mir.
"They grow up listening to these tales? "
"Then, is the man we are going to see a trickster? Or he does have uncanny powers. "
