Yang Xiao Long brushed her golden hair away from her face, her eyes fixated on the intriguing object. She knelt down, curiosity urging her to uncover it. The lamp felt cool and ancient in her hands, its metallic surface adorned with intricate engravings. "Wonder what secrets you hold," she mused, her fingers tracing the elegant patterns.
The sensation was exhilarating yet overwhelming. Flames flickered around her, not burning but empowering. Yang marveled at her newfound form, a genie with the ability to grant wishes. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she contemplated the possibilities.
Blake Belladonna and Ruby Rose watched in awe as Yang granted wishes with a flamboyant flair. However, the wishes came with unintended consequences—flowers bloomed into towering plants, and a simple wish for rain turned into a torrential downpour. "We need to fix this before things get out of hand," Ruby urged, her voice tinged with urgency.
Blake flipped through the pages of an ancient book, searching for any reference to reversing a genie transformation. "The answer must be here somewhere," she said, her eyes scanning the text intently. Yang watched, her earlier excitement replaced by concern. "I didn't mean for things to spiral like this," she confessed, her voice softened by regret.
Ruby nodded in determination. "We can do this. We'll gather everything we need," she declared, her spirit unyielding. Yang felt a spark of hope, her friends' unwavering support bolstering her resolve.
Yang centered herself, focusing on the incantation. As she spoke the final words, a radiant light enveloped her, lifting her into the air. Slowly, the fiery aura dissipated, and she returned to her original form. Her friends rushed to her side, relief evident in their eyes. "Welcome back, Yang," Blake said, wrapping her in a warm embrace.
