“Yes. Sihr means Black Magic. That is better known in Islamic religion. No one knows the depth and strength of its powers. It’s pure evil,” Kent answered for her and nodded to his friends.
“Meaning, that Jinn is Black Magic itself? Aside from being a shape shifter?” Eric’s face twitched with discomfort upon knowing it. He thought this was definitely not good at all.
They were ushered into a big hall. It was different from the big hall, which they had been brought into earlier. The tables were at the sides near the walls. The space at the center was vast. The five foreigners looked around them as they stood in the middle of that vast space.The entire place smelled of olive oil, in which the lights were fueled. The whole place was full of lights. They remembered that it was quite different from the dark desert lands of Ancient Egypt.