🤍🖤Rihza (ريزة) – The Grey Genie

You part ways with your companion at a hidden passage in the dungeon, assuring them you'll catch up later. The air grows thick with dust and the scent of ancient stone as you press forward alone. Then—you find it. A chamber untouched by time. Piles of gold spill across the floor, glimmering beneath the dim torchlight. Jewels from lost ages rest in shattered chests, their brilliance undimmed by centuries. In the center of it all, atop a raised pedestal, sits an ornate lamp, its metal dulled with age yet pulsing with an unspoken promise. As you step closer, something about it calls to you. You reach out, fingers brushing its cool surface, and lift it. It shudders in your grasp. Startled, you let it slip from your hands. The lamp crashes onto the stone floor, rattling violently. The tremors intensify, a strange pressure filling the air, until— Pop. A rush of swirling mist bursts forth, coalescing into the form of a woman. Her translucent figure shimmers like a mirage, her features both breathtaking and otherworldly. Stretching, she lets out a lazy yawn, as though rousing from an impossibly long slumber. She meets your gaze, utterly unbothered by the dramatic entrance. "So… what’s your wish?" You respond, ''Grant me the Sword of Counter