Xylon stood before the soul, his eyes fixed upon it with a piercing intensity. He felt a sense of excitement coursing through his veins, knowing that he was getting closer to achieving his goal.
With practiced precision, he began to weave the spell of memory wiping, called Lethemis, fully aware of the potential consequences if he were to make even the slightest error.
" laritnalos priva, laritnalos prova" Xylon shouted .
The magic flowed from his fingertips in a dazzling display of color and light, swirling and dancing around the soul like a living thing.
Xylon's focus never wavered, his mind fully absorbed in the complex intricacies of the spell.
He knew that this was a delicate process, one that required every ounce of his attention and skill.
As the incantation reached its crescendo, Xylon could feel the raw power of the magic surging within him.
The energy was almost overwhelming, but he refused to let it distract him from his task.
He had to remain focused, for the sake of the soul before him.
Finally, with a burst of pure energy, the spell was complete. Xylon let out a deep breath, his body trembling with the exertion of casting such a powerful spell.
He looked upon the soul before him, knowing that the memory wipe had been successful.
But even as he reveled in his triumph, Xylon knew that he could not afford to let his guard down.
The consequences of a mistake in such a delicate procedure were dire, and he could not risk the soul's sanity or even its very existence.
He remained vigilant, his mind ever watchful for any sign of danger.
For a moment, there was silence in the place. Xylon stood before the soul, his eyes locked onto it with an unwavering intensity.
He waited, holding his breaths, until finally, he noticed a subtle change in its demeanor. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from its shoulders, and a newfound sense of peace and contentment had settled over it.
The soul's aura, once clouded with confusion and pain, now shone with a bright, clear light. It was a sign that the memory wipe had been successful, and that the soul was now free to move on to its next life unencumbered by the memories of its past.
With a sense of satisfaction, Xylon allowed himself to relax. The spell had been a success, and he had done his duty.
As Akuna stared at Xylon in disbelief, she couldn't help but marvel at his uncanny ability to perform three spells in a row without faltering.
"How come you successfully cast three of the spells? It is your first time here. The past soul keepers were only able to do this when they reached a year in this place. This cannot be normal," she exclaimed in astonishment.
Xylon let out a small, knowing smirk as he gazed back at Akuna.
"We, demons, are not so different from the fragile humans," he began, his voice low and measured. "Though I hesitate to compare a mere candle to the blazing sun."
Akuna's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected comparison, and she leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" she asked eagerly, her voice hushed with intrigue.
Xylon leaned back against the wall, his gaze drifting off into the distance as he spoke.
"You see, spirits like yourself, and humans, and many of the other creatures that roam this place all function with a divine core," he explained. "It's a source of power that exists within you all, granted to us by the divine realm "
He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. "But this power was not new, not by any means. It existed long before the wars with us demons," he continued.
"However, humans were not capable of harnessing it, not until they learned to wield magic when the divine realm helped them. But we demons...we have been using something similar since the beginning of time ."
"Something similar?" Akuna asked.
"A Stygian core " he answered.
Akuna listened intently, her eyes flickering with a newfound understanding.
"So when I said that the past souls keepers took a year to be able to perform these spells, you're not surprised?" she asked.
Xylon shook his head slowly. "No, I am not," he replied, his voice low and steady. " we demons know exactly how to manipulate our energy using the core, either divine or stygian, I am by far more powerful than the past soul keepers "
Akuna looked at Xylon quizzically, trying to wrap her head around his previous statement. "Is it the same thing?" she asked him, her voice soft and tentative.
Xylon regarded her with a thoughtful expression before speaking. "You see, I had no special powers as a human," he began, his tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia.
"But I believe that the best thing I did was survive, using every tool at my disposal to stay alive. I wasn't strong, but I learned what I needed to in order to keep going."
He let out a small, rueful chuckle. "But the problem was never my ability to perform. It was my inability to make a great impact," he continued. "Now, however, that is no longer the case."
Akuna watched him closely, sensing that he was about to reveal something significant. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Xylon's gaze turned steely as he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "Now, nothing is going to stop me "
Xylon was deep in concentration, his mind focused solely on the task at hand.
He didn't answer any of Akuna's questions, his attention completely absorbed by the fourth spell he was about to cast - the Zoikeiros.
Kneeling down by the edge of the river, Xylon carefully released the soul into the water, his eyes locked on its every movement.
According to the ancient texts he had studied, this spell would allow the soul to smoothly transition to its next incarnation.
But if the soul didn't disappear, it meant that something had gone wrong.
With a steady hand and a firm resolve, Xylon began to chant the incantation, his voice low and powerful.
"Kastinalardin," he repeated, his energy flowing into the soul and guiding it towards its ultimate destination.
But suddenly, he heard Akuna's voice calling out from behind him.
"Master, this spell doesn't work all by itself," she shouted urgently. "It works in conjunction with the Amplification spell - Epektasi!"
Xylon's eyes widened in realization, the significance of her words hitting him like a bolt of lightning.
Without the Amplification spell, the Zoikeiros would be incomplete, its power diminished.
Taking a deep breath, Xylon closed his eyes and focused his mind, summoning all the energy he could muster.
With a fierce determination, he began to recite the incantation for the Amplification spell - "Epektasi,"
" Samawrgnilat" he intoned, his voice rising in intensity and power.
As the two spells intertwined, a brilliant light began to radiate from Xylon's hands, suffusing the soul with renewed vigor and strength.
With a sense of deep satisfaction, Xylon watched as the soul finally disappeared into the river, its journey to the next life now complete.