The Jinn materialized over the North Sea, a being of smokeless fire and infinite arrogance. He saw the massive, coiled shape in the water.
"I grant you three wishes, beast," the Jinn announced, creating a contract in the air. Contract-Bend. He planned to twist the words and enslave the monster.
Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, opened an eye. It was larger than the Jinn's entire palace. It didn't speak. It just moved.
Tidal Cataclysm.
The shifting of a single scale displaced a billion tons of water. A tsunami three miles high rose up to greet the genie.
The Jinn panicked. "Wait! We can negotiate!"
He tried to shift into Smokeless-Fire Form. But the spray was toxic with Ragnarök Venom. It dissolved his magic instantly. The wall of water crashed down, extinguishing the fire spirit like a candle in a hurricane. Jörmungandr went back to sleep, unaware it had just won a debate.