Axabara raged against the walls of his tiny cell, and each time he battered against the rim of the circle, it was like a physical blow to Jafar. Time and again Axabara battered, and each time the walls held. With each blow Jafar’s strength ebbed that much lower, and he prayed fervently to Oromasd that he could hold on long enough to do what must be done.
But the blows took their toll on Axabara, too, and after what seemed like days—but was probably only minutes—he ceased trying to escape. Then he spied the dish with Jafar’s blood at his feet, and he pounced on it, devouring blood and dish in a single swallow.
Then fire lanced through Jafar’s body, as though all his veins and arteries were suddenly carrying white -hot molten metal instead of blood. This was what Cari had tried to warn him
