Anything He wants
“When you rubbed that lamp, one of two things could have happened.
You call forth the Genie, a powerful being that can wield impossible magics; or, far worse, if the lamp is empty, the first person to rub the lamp becomes the Genie.”
“Magic?” This power. This must be it. I lift my hand, and with a wave, I can feel a ripple of energy pass through the fabric of the universe. As if the knowledge of my power was directly etched in my brain, I form a burst of flame in the palm of my hand, letting it shoot up and light up the room. “Oh my god!” I shout, gleefully firing off magic into the room, enjoying the power in my fingertips.
He smiles and comes closer.