Findlay let out a long breath as the magic crystal was completely deprived of all its energy and crumbled away in flakes of now useless material. The flakes weren't even pretty to look at, a dull grey colour filled with imperfections.
"Well?" Frost asked gingerly, his fingers were crossed as he hoped his hypothesis was correct because if it wasn't he'd truly be stumped.
Findlay repeatedly opened and closed his fist, sensing any changes in his body no matter how minute.
