Alchemist Cookie’s private laboratory hung heavy with toxic scents. Her figure, usually poised, was hunched over a bunch of glasses containing several kinds of liquids. The glasses perched on her face deflected the eerie green glow emanating from one of the bottles, highlighting the resolute furrow of her brow.

By her side was an ancient, leather-bound tome, laid open on a rickety stand beside her. This was no ordinary book; it was sourced from the Witch's forbidden library, a source of power Alchemist Cookie had longed for.

"Just… a… little… more…" Alchemist Cookie muttered to herself. Every drop should be precise. One wrong move could result in disaster. She was so close to unlocking… something. She dropped a single violet crystal into the brew.