The old saga....

Marc was now silently looking at the girl, who placed the book on the floor and lit up a few booden branches of a tree, right in the middle. As soon as the flames errupted, Lisa poured a thick oil on it, making the flames to get stronger.

She then quickly opened the book and sat down on the floor, flipping the pages. She then started to read out loud something from the book, while she sprinkled a red colored powder on the fire several times. "Rafayaaa.... Ja milayaaa.... zahaaa saaa haaaa.... Rafayaaaa Ja milayaaaa .... zahaaa saaa haaaa.... Rafayaaaa Ja Milaayaaaaaa.... zaaahaaaa saaa haaaaaa!!!!"

The girl kept chanting the spell, as her voice grew more powerful every second. Marc had clenched his fist tightly, as he could see the flames flickering madly, dancing left and right and the girl kept chanting.

He dragged himself further backwards, leaning his back at the farthest wall, away from the girl. Lisa then picked up a bunch of hair and threw it the fire.