I returned to the Court of Moonlight, successful but exhausted. The Judges were silent, impressed by my restraint. "You have passed the trial," the lead Judge declared. "However, the debt of your grandfather must be paid. To keep the 1600, you must accept one more—a 1601st djinn who will act as your jailer and your conscience."
From the floor of the hall, a small, obsidian-skinned djinn emerged. He didn't look powerful like Khairul; he looked like a child with eyes as red as dying stars. His name was 'Zul-Qarn,' and he was the Djinn of Truth. The twist? Zul-Qarn had the power to negate my magic whenever he felt my intentions were impure. I was now the most powerful human on earth, but I was also the most restricted. If I even thought about using my djinns for personal gain, Zul-Qarn would strip me of my power instantly. I returned to my body in the village, feeling the presence of 1601 souls now. But the red walls of my room were bleeding again. A new threat was approaching, one that Zul-Qarn warned me about: "The thief's blood has called the original owner. The King of Jinns is coming to claim his sword."