Spark Logs

That was Robin’s cue. He flipped to the same page and called out, “Spark!” The ink from the page lifted into his palm, burned, and shot towards the nearest dry log. The magic crackled in small flashes, and the log went up like dry paper. As the fire traveled, each log in turn caught, until the plant was surrounded by a circle of tall flames.

It looked around curiously for a second, still too full and too disoriented to be concerned. True to Bowser’s prediction, it started to suck in air, drawing flames from its base into its mouth.

- Chapter 18