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In the stillness of midnight, as the people of the Aashanti slept peacefully in their homes, a hut was lit up, far away from the capital. An array of concentric circles had been intricately crafted on the floor using vermillion paste.
"Shaman Yee," Betaal asked, his eyes locked on the Shaman's hands gently resting on Arazhan's forehead, "Has the soul departed from his body?"
Shaman Yee shook her head. She was one of Betaal's trusted friends in Aashanti. She was the one who helped him with the location to find the rituals related to the soul switch.
Arazhan's eyes drifted closed, his forehead glistening with beads of sweat. He was positioned within the confines of the concentric circle by the Shaman. She closed her own eyes, her voice enveloped in a rhythmic hymn.