Magic Progression

Heavily-bandaged fingers tapped wildly over the keyboard, claws clicking against the keys at a rapid pace. Wide eyes looked desperately across the flashing web pages, and the tail tapped anxiously against the floor. While no sweat could run down the gray-and-white patterned brow, it surely would if such a thing were possible for a Paralogos.   Finally, with an earsplitting physical screech, and an anguished me...