Bab 82: Yet Another Bump On The Road

Was this Frank Mitchell's big plan? Did he think becoming a tadpole would give him an advantage? Dr. Harris's head was much larger, and her body seemed a little more streamlined. Waves of psychic power radiated off her in ripples like a stone thrown in a pond. Being in my area it felt irritating like a pebbled stuck in my boot.

"Was it for more power?" I asked. I looked around. The ritual area was mostly glassed. The writings and their triangular shapes were just fragmented eternally glitching data sequestered in my disembodied files. Reviewing them could prove harmful. I'd rather never read them again if not for the results flopping on the ground while Meng Fang panicked.

Meng Fang's hands moved with lightning precision as he hooked up a series of beakers and tubes to a glass ball filled with water. Small oxygen bubbles filled the water as he worked. Miss Harris watched carefully while gasping and flailing on the freezing ground.