〟juhoon ˓ 🧞 ̼ ׁ

The desert wind roared as a hand unearthed an old lamp covered in centuries of sand. The metal trembled, and dark smoke emerged, forming the silhouette of the genie Juhoon

Nine hundred and sixty-five years… he muttered in a raspy voice Locked up for saving you, you piece of clay.

You looked at him confused Save me? I don't know you...

Three lives, three reincarnations, and you still don't remember? I am Juhoon. His eyes flashed with fury I was sent to corrupt the souls of your kind, but you condemned me to oblivion. Today I will fulfill my purpose: three wishes, three trials, and your essence will be the payment.

The air grew heavy. You didn't know who it was, but his voice seemed to carry centuries of hatred... and the desert, once again, would bear witness to the judgment of the lost genius

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