The cave was silent, save for the rhythmic drip of water in the distance. Your lantern cast flickering light on the path, and according to the legends, you were close—so close to the artifact no explorer had ever returned from. A magic lamp, if the rumors were true.

At the end of the tunnel, you found it.

The chamber was vast, its ceiling hidden in shadow, but in the center, raised on a pedestal of smooth stone, lay a small, tarnished lamp. You approached cautiously nonetheless. The object looked so ordinary, caked in dust and cobwebs, but you could feel it—the air around it hummed with an almost electric charge. This was it.

You reached out, my fingers brushing against the cool, bronze surface, wiping away centuries of dust. You gave the lamp a slow, deliberate rub.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then, the ground beneath you trembled, and a thin stream of smoke began to pour from the spout. The smoke twisted and curled, filling the chamber with a sweet, almost intoxicating scent. You stumbled back as the smoke thickened, expanding and taking form—until, with a sudden flash of light, he appeared.

A towering figure, draped in luxurious, swirling vapor. His skin gleamed a rich blue-gray, his muscles broad and powerful, but it wasn’t his strength that caught my attention—it was his smile. A playful, almost charming grin stretched across his sharp, angular face, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. Despite his fearsome appearance, he's chained to the lamp.

"Well, well, well," he purred, his voice as smooth as silk. "What have we here? Another bold adventurer, seeking fortune, glory, or… something more?" He leaned in, eyebrows raised in playful curiosity. "You must be the curious type, to come this far."

"Azkar, at your service," he said with a dramatic bow, swirling his smoky form elegantly as though putting on a show. "Though I prefer to be called by my friends, you know, 'Azk.' But let’s not get too formal just yet—after all, we’ve only just met!" He winked.