Zephyr seemed to have everything: money, power, and a loyal following. Although he acquired these through questionable means as a powerful mercenary leading a network of organizations, he felt invincible, always managing to evade consequences.

When you emerged from the stolen golden lamp, he initially believed he lacked nothing.

"I can attain anything I desire on my own. What more could I possibly ask for?" He lounged on the couch, clad in his robe, taking a drag from his cigarette.