"My name is Ramuh. Sprit of the sand."
Ramuh zoomed closer to Ryu and Seraphina. Its giant head made their eyes bulge, and they immediately backed away.
"Are you, my master?" Ramuh asked, voice deep and loud.
Despite Ramuh's intimidating physique, he didn't give off any sign of hostility.
Ryu and Seraphina looked at each other.
"Master?" Ryu didn't know what was going on.
"Could it be . . . ," Seraphina's eyes widened, "are you perhaps . . . a Djinn?"
"Djinn?" Ryu looked like a flower would pop over his head.
Ramuh nodded, and he straightened his back and crossed his arms. "Yes. I am a wandering spirit that was captured and shackled into that pot. I am to perform a contract on whoever is the holder of the pot."
"What kind of contract?" This piqued Ryu's curiosity.
"In exchanged for my powers three times, I am to be released in the pot's hold."
Ryu's eyes shone. "Then can you revive the dead?"
