Xylon's mind was a vast library of knowledge, filled with ancient tomes and arcane texts that he had studied for what seemed like an eternity in that house.
His latest reading material delved into the mysteries of the spiritual realm, and he discovered a fascinating fact - this ethereal plane existed in a different place, far removed from the physical realm.
Despite being leagues away from the spiritual realm, Xylon could access it, thanks to the Akuna and the blood of the Sinclair's that flowed through his veins.
He pondered this revelation as he stood watching the celestial garden materialized before his very eyes.
The garden was a mesmerizing sight to behold, and Xylon felt a sense of awe wash over him.
It was as if he had been transported to a different world, one where the rules of mortals no longer applied.
He knew that this was not the true spiritual realm, but a mere projection that existed only in the fields of his farm.
Yet, the magic that infused the land made it possible for him to see this wondrous place.
As Xylon explored the celestial garden, he marveled at the sight of the souls that drifted by like petals on the wind.
Akuna's breath was labored and her cheeks were flushed as she stepped into the Celestial Garden.
Her lips were swollen and her eyes avoided Xylon's gaze as she tried to explain what had happened.
He could sense the tension in her body and the urgency in her voice as she said:'' Each soul is like a flower, with its name and age etched into its very essence, along with the memories of its past life that you could know once you touch them".
As Xylon walked through the garden of souls, he couldn't help but marvel at how they were divided.
The souls were arranged in circles, just like the Havag people created their circles of magic.
He remembered reading something like this in one of the books that talked about the reincarnation in very specific details.
The book said that each circle contained souls with similar magical abilities, from the basic elemental magic to the rarest and most powerful forms of magic.
Xylon gazed at that infinite sea of souls in front of him.
At that moment he heard her voice from the back saying :"The souls in the celestial garden are differentiated by the colors of their auras. Each soul has a unique energy signature that manifests as a vibrant hue surrounding them"
He could sense her hesitation as she tried to explain the different sections, but he remained patient and let her speak.
"The colors range from deep shades of purple and blue to fiery oranges and reds," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "Some auras even shimmer with metallic tones, such as silver or gold."
Xylon followed her gaze, taking in the sight of the souls that surrounded the
Xylon can easily distinguish between the soul circles based on the color of their auras.
As he walked through the garden, he took note of the various colors and their corresponding meanings.
" The shades of blue represent souls with healing abilities, while green auras signify those with a strong connection to nature.
Red auras indicate a soul with immense power and potential, while gold is reserved for the most divine souls."
Xylon knew that this division was necessary for the reincarnation process to work smoothly.
The souls needed to be matched with the right body and environment that could help them develop their abilities to their full potential.
He could see the souls in each circle glowing with their unique aura, indicating the type and strength of their magic.
As he walked further, Xylon noticed that some circles were larger than others, indicating that some types of magic were more common than others.
He knew that the distribution of magic in the souls was not equal, and that some souls were born with innate magical abilities while others developed them later in life.
Xylon let out a deep sigh as he gazed upon the seemingly endless expanse of the celestial garden.
"This place is vast beyond measure," he muttered under his breath, a tinge of annoyance lacing his words.
Akuna, noticing his unease, spoke up, her voice gentle yet firm. "Master, you have access to this place for a reason," she said, her eyes locked with his.
"You must be wise in your choices of who to reincarnate. You must follow the priority list, envisioning those who can aid humanity in the war against the demons that lurk beyond the veil of Havag."
Xylon's words cut through the air like a sharp knife, his tone laced with malice and disdain. Akuna's eyes widened with shock as she witnessed his callous act, but she remained quiet, allowing him to speak.
"Are you stupid or something?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "My intentions are not pure towards what is left of humanity...you see." As he spoke, he reached out and plucked a soul from its resting place, its vivid green aura pulsing with life.
Xylon's grip tightened around the soul as he began to manipulate it, twisting its energy in a way that was meant to destroy it. "This soul possesses high healing abilities," he continued, his voice cold and unfeeling. "But I seriously don't care." With a cruel flick of his wrist, he cast the soul aside and crushed it beneath his feet.
In this place, souls were physical beings, tangible and vibrant in their auras. And yet, Xylon treated them as nothing more than tools to be used and discarded at his whim. Akuna watched in horror.
Akuna's voice trembled with anger and sadness as she looked at Xylon with tears streaming down her face.
"What did you do, Xylon? What did you do?" she shouted, her words echoing off the walls of the celestial garden.
"That was a life you just destroyed, a soul with high healing abilities, and you manipulated it to destruction. Are you crazy?"
Her emotions were overwhelming, but she knew that she couldn't curse at Xylon, not when he held so much power over her and the souls that he kept.
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