The battle began with a deafening shriek that echoed through the spiritual realm. Thousands of dark entities clashed with my 1600 djinns. It was a spectacle of light and shadow—blue streaks of jinnee magic colliding with the obsidian claws of the demons. I saw Abdur Rahman in the distance, his hands moving in complex patterns as he cast protective spells over the villagers' houses.
"They are too many!" one of my younger djinns cried out as he was dragged into the shadows. My heart burned with rage. I jumped from the balcony, landing in the center of the village square. With a roar, I swung the Sword of Noor in a full circle. A massive shockwave of pure celestial energy exploded outward, vaporizing hundreds of demons instantly. But for every one I killed, ten more seemed to rise. I realized that the enemy leader, a three-headed demon known as 'Azazel's Shadow,' was channeling power from a dark portal hidden in the village cemetery. If I didn't close that portal, my 1600 djinns would eventually fall, and I would be left alone in the darkness.