"Focus." Jafar’s staff glows, and a deep hum fills the room. “The eyes are the most dangerous weapon of all. Through them, you command minds. You break will. You become irresistible.”

You feel his gaze settle on you, heavy, magnetic. “Look into my eyes,” he says softly. The world blurs — all you can see are those swirling, hypnotic patterns of gold and red. “Now… feel the power flow through your stare. Let it wrap around them like silk. Control their breath. Their thoughts. Their hearts.”

He smirks faintly. “Do not worry, apprentice… I will teach you to control it. Eventually.”