It’s not a localized probe, Luna! Morgan’s voice is frantic, barely audible over the screeching alarms. It’s a tectonic event! The Formless is using the acoustic ping to resonate with the tectonic plates! It’s trying to crack the crust!
I look at the holographic map. The blue dot in the Mariana Trench is pulsing blindingly bright. The acoustic waves are traveling through the ocean floor, moving at thousands of miles an hour, heading directly for the Pacific Northwest.
It knows we’re building the cage, I realize, the cold, hard clarity of the Luna taking over. It’s throwing a tantrum. It’s trying to break the foundation before we can lock the door.
The tremor intensifies. The heavy steel door buckles slightly, the molecular bonds in the metal failing under the sheer, physical stress of t
