The air grows hot, thick with magic. You watch as Jafar’s eyes slit into golden serpentine pupils. "Magic is a living thing, apprentice. You must learn to become what you fear."

His voice slithers through the chamber, half-human, half-hiss. “Serpents are patient, cunning, precise. Feel their grace in your movements, their hunger in your heart. Control it… or it will control you.”

A coil of crimson energy wraps around you, and you feel scales brush against your skin — his form surrounding you, protective yet suffocating. “Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “Surrender to the transformation… and remember: the serpent strikes not from rage… but from certainty.”