After gaining the loyalty of the 1600 djinns, my life changed completely. I was no longer that ordinary Madrasa student who felt fear at the mere mention of djinns. Now, when invisible footsteps are heard around my room late at night, I know my loyal army is guarding me. But the news of this power did not remain confined to the realm of djinns. It reached the ears of some greedy and evil sorcerers in the human world. Especially a notorious tantrik from the neighboring district named 'Kaal-Bhairav,' who heard that a young boy had become the master of 1600 djinns.
Kaal-Bhairav had practiced black magic for 40 long years and had enslaved some wicked Ifrit djinns. He wanted to snatch away Emon's army of 1600 djinns. One evening, as I sat by the secluded pond near my house, the surrounding air suddenly filled with the stench of rotting corpses. I realized this wasn't the work of an ordinary djinn, but a 'Baan' or curse sent by a powerful sorcerer. Suddenly, the sky turned dark and red water, like a rain of blood, began to fall. I tried to draw my protective circle quickly, but I found my hands becoming numb. Kaal-Bhairav was trying to sever my spiritual connection with his magical power. At that exact moment, Abdur Rahman's grave voice echoed in my ears, "Emon, do not panic! He has attacked your body, but not your soul. Summon one of your 1600 djinns who has control over fire." I mentally called upon Khairul Nafas, the once-rebellious but now loyal djinn. Instantly, a massive fireball appeared before me and incinerated the black smoke sent by Kaal-Bhairav in a split second. I realized that a bloody war was about to begin.