A soft chuckle escaped past Keiran's lips, "I must admit, I like the way you two reacted. A bit unexpected, though. Black Magic is not that uncommon, Avari?"
Instead of answering, Avaria took a step back, she glanced at the table before groaning in pain. Silvian, on the other hand, just rubbed his arms. He could feel goosebumps covering his entire body, but he was not as affected as Avaria.
He wondered about the reason, but his father did not give him any time to think about it. Keiran hid the gem again in his stache and leaned back to his seat, giving Avaria a moment to calm down.
"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine. Avari, do you know why you are reacting in this way?"
Receiving a negative shake of her head, Keiran nodded and his smile straightened into a thin line.
"Because what had created this gem, or rather, this Soul Sphere is nothing but the collective despairing souls of people who died due to the recent plague."
"What?"
