Moh’s playful expression suddenly shifted, his tone growing serious. “Don’t bring my curse into this, Amr. You know I didn’t choose to be cursed, even though... I kinda like it now.” He glanced around the room, his eyes narrowing slightly. “By the way, where’s your diamond-cutting sword? Can’t seem to spot it.”

Amr sighed, lifting his arm out of the warm water of the bathtub. In his hand, he revealed the sword—its blade gleaming even in the dim light. It was a magnificent weapon, flawless and untouchable.

“Here,” Amr said, holding it up. “But why are you looking for it?”

Moh’s eyes gleamed as he glanced at the sword, a sly smile forming on his face. In an instant, the sand scattered on the floor began to stir. Without hesitation, it rose into the air, twisting and coiling together until it formed a sharp, whip-like shape. In one swift motion, the sand whip lashed out, striking the sword with a crack so fast it was almost invisible to the eye.

The impact was fierce—but the sword didn’t budge. Not a scratch, not a dent. It was as if nothing had even touched it.

Amr’s expression turned to one of mild annoyance, a familiar frustration bubbling up. He stared at Moh in disbelief. “Don’t you ever get tired of trying that? You can’t cut it, no matter how many times—”

Before he could finish, Moh interrupted with a smug grin. “When there’s a will, there’s a way. In other words, one day, I’m going to cut that sword in half.”

Narrator: Now, before you start coming up with theories about why Moh’s so obsessed with cutting Amr’s sword in half, I should tell you—nobody knows. Matter of fact, I don’t even think Moh himself knows why.

Moh stood up from his chair, brushing the last grains of sand off his hands. He casually walked toward the door, his tone shifting back to playful. “Anyway, finish up your bath and get some rest. The sandstorm outside isn’t going anywhere tonight.”

Just as he reached the door, Moh smirked over his shoulder, adding, “As for me, I’m going to see how many kitties I can pull tonight.”

Amr’s brows furrowed. He didn’t appreciate Moh’s sudden command. “Hey, I never agreed to go anywhere.”

Moh’s grin only widened as he opened the door. “We’ll be moving first thing tomorrow morning,” he said with certainty, shutting the door behind him before Amr could protest further.