The golden message on my ceiling didn't fade; it burned into the wood, a permanent reminder that my journey had only just begun. The village was safe for now, but the air felt different—thinner, as if the veil between our world and the higher dimensions had been permanently damaged. Khairul Nafas stood by my side, his spectral form more defined than ever. "Master," he said, his voice echoing with the strength of a hundred storms, "The 1600 djinns are no longer just your servants. They have become your armor. But there are those in the Second Realm who view a human holding such power as a threat to the celestial balance."
I looked at my hands; they were still glowing faintly with the residue of the Sword of Noor. Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the closed window, and a silver envelope materialized in mid-air. It was sealed with the crest of the 'Council of Ethereal Judges.' I opened it, and the words floated into my mind: "Emon of Earth, you are summoned to the Court of Moonlight. Failure to appear will result in the immediate reclamation of the 1600 souls." My heart skipped a beat. They wanted to take my djinns away. I looked at Khairul, and for the first time, I saw fear in his ancient eyes.