After escaping Lilith's illusion, I realized that there was still someone among the 1600 djinns secretly conspiring against me. The conspirator was 'Azazil,' a high-level Ifrit djinn. He was the strongest among the 1600, and his eyes were always blood-red. Azazil believed that serving a human was an insult to a djinn. He was secretly instigating the smaller djinns to disobey my commands.
One day, while I was deep in meditation, Azazil appeared before me and laughed. He said, "Emon, your power depends on that ring and the coin. Without them, you are nothing." I smiled and replied, "Azazil, power doesn't reside in rings; it resides in faith." I then took off the ring and placed it on the ground. Azazil was stunned. He tried to attack me with all his might, but he couldn't move an inch. This was because the other 1599 djinns had already formed an impenetrable wall around me. They shouted in unison, "We are no longer just slaves to commands; we are followers of Emon's faith." Azazil realized his mistake and collapsed at my feet. Instead of punishing him, I forgave him, knowing that forgiveness is a stronger weapon than force. From that day on, the army of 1600 djinns turned into an unbreakable family. My spiritual empire is now consolidated, but I know that somewhere far away, a great dark power is waiting for my downfall.