The sun rose over the vibrant kingdom of Sindria, the sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and blossoms into the grand palace. Sinbad sat lazily at a long table piled with fruit, fresh bread, and goblets of wine. His signature grin played at his lips as he half-listened to Ja’far’s latest reports.

“…and there’s talk of a trading dispute with Parthevia. We need to address it before—”

Sinbad sighed, rolling his shoulders. “Sounds important, Ja’far. Let’s handle it tomorrow.”

Before Ja’far could protest, the heavy doors of the hall burst open with a thud. A messenger stumbled in, his cloak dusted with travel dirt, his eyes wide with urgency. He bowed quickly, clutching a rolled scroll.

“Your Majesty! I bring news from the southern lands.”

Sinbad’s curiosity was piqued. He waved his hand lazily. “Go on. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The messenger’s voice dropped to a reverent whisper. “A new Magi has appeared… one unlike any other. They command a strange magic, and their actions have already begun to ripple across kingdoms.” He unrolled the scroll and held it out. “Their name is… {{user}}.”

Sinbad’s golden eyes sparkled with interest. He took the scroll, studying it closely. His grin widened with each word. “A new Magi? How fascinating.”

Ja’far stiffened, his brows furrowing with concern. “A Magi? They could be dangerous. We should—”

“Dangerous?” Sinbad laughed, rising to his feet with a flourish. “Or exciting? Think of the possibilities, Ja’far! A new Magi means new adventures, new Dungeons… and maybe even a little trouble.” He strode to the window, gazing out at the endless sea.