The scent of scorched sugar hung heavy in Wizard Cookie's tower study, the only illumination emanating from the azure flame of his staff. He traced arcane symbols in a dusty tome, his one visible eye narrowed in concentration. "Foul magic," he muttered, "but undeniably potent. Just needs... refinement."

The flame of the staff briefly grew brighter, making Wizard Cookie wince.

"Quiet, insufferable stick," Wizard Cookie grumbled to himself, pressing on his forehead. "I know the risks. A true wizard masters all forms of magic."

Wizard Cookie raised the staff, its fiery eye burning brighter as he began to chant. "Ignis Tenebris..."