After defeating the evil spirit in my first mission, the peace I felt was short-lived. While the entire village sang my praises, my soul trembled repeatedly. I realized for the first time that night how difficult it would be to control the 1600 djinns I had gained from my mentor's old chest. As the night grew deep, the air around me suddenly became heavy. The smoke from the incense sticks in my room didn't rise normally but began to flow parallel to the ground. This was a clear signal—some dark power was trying to enter my protective circle.
Suddenly, a grotesque laughter echoed from a dark corner. This laughter was nowhere near Abdur Rahman's calm voice. I closed my eyes and began reciting the mantras to strengthen the protective boundary or 'Gondi' around me. But this time, the situation was different. A massive figure appeared before me, with sparks of fire shooting from its eyes. It was 'Khairul Nafas,' one of the rebellious entities among the 1600 djinns. He roared in a raspy voice, "Emon! Do you think you've become our master just by driving away one tiny spirit? We served your mentor for a thousand years because he was powerful. But being under a mere human like you is an insult to us."
I realized this wasn't just an attempt to scare me; it was a direct rebellion. The vast army of 1600 djinns was all watching me now. If I failed to suppress this rebel today, they would all unite to turn me into ashes in an instant. My body was shaking with fear, but I remembered my mentor's words—"Fear is death." I gripped the ring on my left hand and called upon Abdur Rahman. But for some reason, Abdur Rahman was late that day. Khairul Nafas came right to the edge of my circle. With every breath he took, the room seemed to grow hotter. As a last resort, I began reciting the 'Ifrit Suppression' mantra taught by my mentor. As I uttered each word, the mirrors on the walls began to shatter one by one. Finally, with a blinding flash of light, Khairul Nafas screamed and was forced to retreat. I understood then that being the Master of 1600 djinns was not just an honor; it was a constant battle of life and death.