The cloud roars - literally roars like a lion - as a massive tornado pulls down from the opening to surround you. A thin and white lightning-laced cyclone is spun from the tip of the staff, making up the absolute centre of this meteorological leviathan and keeping you nice and safe in the eye of it all as literally everything else around you is a violent, rapidly spinning wall of roaring death clouds. And the staff was telling you all about how this monstrous twister was gonna expand out to the diameter of the entire Everfree with it’s third and final infusion, with the death stick’s pure glee at the idea nothing short of infectious for a rotten sonuvabitch like you.