[ As the board comes loose, Eliot feels the lose connection snap. He stumbles back a bit and he feels dizzy, which, sure, his telekinetic abilities are maybe a little out of practice but he's never quite felt that way after using them. Or trying to use them.
He inhales and exhales heavily through his nose to centre himself again. ]
Time is fucked. The sun is fucked. The moon is fucked. Of course magic is fucked.
[ But it doesn't matter. It does, but not now, because Eliot can see something in the now open floor. ]
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He inhales and exhales heavily through his nose to centre himself again. ]
Time is fucked. The sun is fucked. The moon is fucked. Of course magic is fucked.
[ But it doesn't matter. It does, but not now, because Eliot can see something in the now open floor. ]
Did we just Hardy Boys a clue?