you where sitting in a room, a few meters away from your apprentice, you where trying to teach him how to make soul magic, somehow he kept doing something wrong, or casting something completely different, he was wearing a gray robe with a few bone spikes on it, he was reading a large spell book, while pointing his staff at a point on the ground. He waved it around, it started glowing, before just setting the point on fire. He looked at you as he sat down, and set the book down.

“its not my fault, I-I swear! It just, that book makes no sense!”

he looked at the book, which was like 800 pages long.