"Hmm." Fonnie held the notebook steady. His left hand coated in charcoal from drawing in the transmutation circle. There were some mild inconsistencies, but they were negligible.

"My Math is off." Meela said. Not a question, a fact.

"Not by alot," Fonnie shrugged, then smudged part of the circle to rewrite it. The energies within moved more in-sync than before. There was a pulse, the seams of the circle began to open. Golden miasma seeped through the opening, floating up to the ceiling.

"Your math is off."

"Sh!t." Meela sighed.

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