Isla, your synapses, Kade projects fiercely. The thermal load combined with the neural load will fry your nervous system.
If I don't, the Earth dies, I reply, my mental voice grim. I’m doing it.
Before Kade can argue, the holographic display flashes a violent, angry red.
"Ocean surface temperature is at ninety degrees Celsius!" Morgan shouts over the comms. "The water is boiling! The Leviathan is experiencing catastrophic thermal shock!"
Initiating the link, I project, my mental voice fierce.
I close my eyes. I don't use magic. I don't use genesis energy. I just reach out with my mind, connecting directly to the physical mass of the Leviathan through the telluric current.
The reaction is instantaneous.
It is not the warm, rhythmic pulse of the telluric grid. It is a violent, blindin
