"Argh," Zelda screams, stumbling back and releasing the metal rod in her hands as she does so. She scoops down to try and pick it back up, but ends up collapsed against the floor instead.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "I"ve used as much as I"m able to, I think. I can"t give any more."
"You should get out of here when you can." If she"s not going to be able to give any more power to the contraption, she should at least get to safety.
"I think I"m coming to the end of my reserves too," Cobalt says, his teeth chattering from the effort. "What about you?"
"I don"t know," I admit even as I"m trying to get a sense of how much power I have left. "I"m not sure how to tell."
"Don"t overdo it," he warns me. "If you give too much..."
Before I can find out what will happen if I do
