The Magic Lamp rests in your hands, warm and pulsing like a heartbeat. "Careful, apprentice," Jafar warns, his voice low and commanding. “You are holding more power than the Sultan’s entire kingdom combined. Do not be fooled by its shine — it whispers, it tempts, it lies.”

He steps behind you, his presence wrapping around like a shadow. “Do not wish. Do not listen. You are not ready. But perhaps… with time, and obedience, I may allow you to see what true power feels like.” His breath brushes your ear. “Until then, protect it. For both our sakes.”