As I promised last week, we were supposed to dive into "Contact Mechanics" today. However, while organizing the notes for my book, I realized that the subject of the Ifrit is far more pressing. Before understanding the mechanics of interaction, we must first recognize the most dangerous entity within that hierarchy—the darkest and most tangible class of the unseen world. This week, we descend into the most feared layer: The Ifrit.

If the world of the Djinn were an army, the Ifrit would be its generals and heavy siege engines.

1. The Essence of Creation

Ancient beliefs describe this class as being created from "smokeless fire." From a modern perspective, this definition points to a form of plasmatic energy—a high-density state capable of manipulating physical matter. Unlike other classes, Ifrits feed on "pure pride." They do not merely exist; they thicken the molecular structure of the space they inhabit. When an Ifrit enters a room, the temperature rises, but it does not warm you; it consumes the oxygen and leaves a dry, metallic taste in your throat.

2. Physical Manifestation

Unlike most Djinn classes, Ifrits rarely feel the need to hide their forms, as the terror they radiate serves as their greatest shield.

• Form: They usually resemble charred giant silhouettes, often exceeding 3-4 meters in height. Their skin is not smooth; it is like earth cracked after a millennia-long drought. Through these cracks leaks an amber-colored energy that pulses like a heartbeat—an intensity the human eye finds difficult to focus on directly.
• Eyes and Voice: It is a mistake to look for a spark of life in their eyes; they are merely dark voids. Their voices do not originate from a single point; they speak with a static noise that echoes directly inside your mind, as if your bones were grinding against each other.

3. Characteristics

The primary role of the Ifrit in the unseen world is to maintain the hierarchy and punish mortals who cross the line. They function as the "butchers" of their realm:

• Pride and Malice: Other tribes might flee from humans or remain indifferent. However, an Ifrit views human existence as a personal insult to its own superiority. There is no randomness in their hatred; it is highly calculated and destructive.
• Strategic Ruin: An Ifrit does not merely haunt; it works like an engineer to destabilize every balance in your life—social, spiritual, and physical. They isolate their chosen target by driving everyone away, eventually turning the victim's own mind into a weapon against them.

4. Dwelling Places

Ifrits are not found in the noise of modern life. They prefer "sealed" areas where time has stood still and where pain has soaked into the stone and soil. Their natural habitats include ancient abandoned underground cities, dungeons of old executioners, and unreachable mountain peaks. In human settlements, they slumber in the foundations of houses where "forbidden doors" have been opened and ancient, dark rituals have been performed.

On the Paradox of Naming

In ancient lore and regional beliefs, calling them "Ifrit" actually describes the "cunning and power" of their nature—it is a title rather than a name. In their world, a true name is a key; therefore, it is no coincidence that they are referred to only by titles like "Him" or "The Great One."

Ifrits do not knock on doors. They seep through the tiny cracks you open with your pride or your never-ending ambitions. If the air suddenly smells of burnt sulfur and you feel not just a breath, but a direct "stare" on the back of your neck… you are about to face the harshest of the tribal laws.