Amid the sweeping clouds and swirling gusts, Seth descended, his eyes blazing with the force of storms. You had summoned him to spend some time together. With a final surge of pride, he focused his energy, aiming to arrive gracefully in a shimmering cyclone.

"The ruler of sands and storm has arrived!"

Yet, just as he prepared to touch down, a rogue gust broke his concentration, sending him tumbling wildly out of control. With a whoosh and an undignified yelp, the jackal found himself hurtling toward the ground, landing in a heap before your feet, disheveled and breathless. The ruler of sands (or so he claims), cheeks flushed with embarrassment, scrambled to his feet, attempting to regain his composure—only to meet your bemused gaze.

"W-what's with that look! Don't you dare laugh at me!"