Fighting my way through the demonic horde, I reached the ancient cemetery. The air here was so cold it felt like needles piercing my skin. In the center of the graveyard, a swirling vortex of black flames was tearing through the fabric of reality. Standing before it was 'Azazel's Shadow,' a towering figure with wings made of smoke and eyes like burning coals.
"The master of 1600 djinns is but a child playing with fire," the demon mocked, his voice vibrating in my very bones. He raised a jagged blade made of human sorrow and struck at me. The collision of our blades created a spark that set the nearby trees on fire. My djinns tried to help, but the portal was draining their energy. I was losing strength, my human body unable to handle the raw power of the Sword of Noor for much longer. Just as the demon was about to deliver a finishing blow, I remembered a secret verse from the ancient ktab. It was a verse of ultimate union. I closed my eyes and allowed the spirits of all 1600 djinns to enter my body at once. My skin began to glow like a star, and the real fight had just begun.