Elara is sitting on the floor beside Kade, her small hands flying across her sketchbook. She is mapping the emotional geometry of the Earth's magnetic field.
The Aegis has deployed the cable-cutting drones, Morgan says, her voice tight over the comms. They will sever the transatlantic fiber-optics in exactly ten minutes. Luna, we need to initiate the Telluric Handshake now.
Initiate the handshake, I project, my mental voice steady, carrying the quiet, unshakeable authority of the Luna.
Kade takes a deep, shuddering breath. The silver energy on his arms flares blindingly bright. The moss on the server racks pulses in response, sending a wave of golden and silver light up the fiber-optic cables, shooting through the quantum link, and connecting to the lunar Prism.
For a second, nothing h
