The hats of sages billow gracefully, those who followed one,
Who came before, of ancient lore, the sorcerer Logan.
Their pursuit alongside brutes who stabbed at the Abyss,
Was done in tandem with a plan to study gone amiss.
Sorcery and trickery, their forms by light betrayed.
Hope you're lucky, or tough, or bluff it and get out of the way.
Crystal pure and glowing blue, beware deceiver's casts,
For they may be but ghosts indeed, but real are their blasts.
Steady hands and heart alike, a guessing game is played,
And ash will wish the Crystal witches found one spot to stay.
