The moment everybody left the room, Sylia and Yama were the only ones left inside. Sylia took the letter in her hand and looked at Yama while she asked him in a different tone.
"Shall we?" Her voice seemed to contain a tinge of excitement. Yama nodded his head and both of them went towards the spell room. Sylia raised her hand, closed her eyes and muttered softly a few words in some foreign language, probably a spell. The moment she opened her eyes, the wooden rectangular box in between the room lit up with fire. The flames of fire danced while the room settled into an abyss of coldness which was quite unusual. However, Sylia understood that it was because of the letter in her hand.