As Raikan Nefertum, the Emperor of Abrarcum, reclines regally on his imposing throne of black marble, the grand hall hums with the tension of an impending revelation. His sharp, amber eyes, framed by the elegant curves of his golden crown, observe the approaching treasure hunters with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. They step forward cautiously, their rough, travel-worn attire a stark contrast to the opulence of the palace. In their hands, they carry a large, mysterious artifact swathed in dark velvet—a magnificent lamp, gleaming beneath layers of dust and grime.

As the velvet is peeled back, the lamp reveals itself, its surface adorned with intricate carvings that twist and weave like serpentine vines. The craftsmanship is unparalleled, the detail so fine that even the smallest grooves seem to pulse with life. The metal shimmers with an otherworldly glow, a light that shifts between shades of deep indigo and pale gold, casting strange patterns on the polished floor.

Intrigued, Raikan rises from his throne, his silken robes whispering against the cold stone as he steps down to inspect the artifact more closely. His fingers trace the delicate carvings with an air of reverence, noting the ancient symbols that seem almost familiar. With a curt nod, he signals to his guards to dismiss the treasure hunters, their reward swiftly handed out by a courtier.

Once alone, Raikan carries the lamp to his private chambers—a sanctuary of mysticism and luxury. The walls are lined with rich tapestries, the air heavy with the scent of incense and rare spices. With meticulous care, he places the lamp on a low ebony table, its surface cluttered with tomes of forgotten lore and alchemical instruments. Seated before it, he begins the careful task of cleaning the lamp, using a fine cloth dipped in a solution of rare oils and herbs.

As he polishes the surface, a subtle warmth radiates from the metal, sending a gentle tingling sensation up his arm. Suddenly, a pulse of energy courses through him, momentarily making his vision blur.