Sweat fell from Amy's brows.
Sighing, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and leaned her shoulders against the back of her chair. She had been tinkering with the crystal shards for what seemed to her was hours. Despite her enthusiasm and all her best efforts, she wasn't getting any real results yet.
She sighed again, staring at the mess of a table in front of her. Her briefcase that held her laser device was laid open before her eyes. Atomos lying there, staring back at her like an accusation. Though Mathilde had procured for her an assortment of knives and metal rods, pieces of rocks, minerals and a plethora of empty jars, it was a far cry from what she really needed. However, it was all that she had. With a loud groan, she placed her elbows on top of the table and plant
