The second I threw the last shovel of sand onto the filled grave, a sharp pain pierced my head.
I groaned, holding my forehead and feeling my thoughts scatter.
I glanced at the coin in my mind, placed on the flipped tabletop with the giant's carving on it; the shimmery violet light pulsed, nearly blinding me.
But it was alright; I had already accomplished what I needed to do. Though I didn't do it on purpose, it was true that the flipped table and the giant's powers were more than just a little helpful. I was unable to teleport living people with my ability alone, and it would have been a pity to break Skinny Guy's and Dr. Thompson's necks just to get them to the desert.
Very polite of the headache to wait until I was finished.
I put the shovel away, as well as the rope that was still around the buried Dr. Thompson's neck, with nothing more than a swipe of my hand.
Time to check on Henry, but first, I had to take a bath.
