Red spider eyes. Check.
Glacier ice kissed by the aurora australis. Check.
Ashes from the Blood Temple altar. Check.
Purple toadstool found at midnight under Africa’s first full moon of Spring. Check.
The professor continued down the list of ingredients required for the omnipotence elixir from the spell book. His eyes focused on the only thing missing. He sighed. He had been searching for months to no avail. Internet ads and rewards had produced dead ends and scams. He was more frustrated than Diogenes.
He despaired of ever finding three locks of hair from an elected politician with a small ego.