The landscape passes by in a blur of grey and green. The trees are bending toward the storm, their branches reaching out as if in prayer. The ley lines beneath the road are humming so loudly I can feel them through the tires.
Morgan drives. Lilith navigates. Kade and I sit in the back, hands clasped.
Every mile closer, the pressure increases. My vision blurs at the edges. The silver current inside me is no longer flowing; it is standing still, like water waiting to freeze.
"Your vitals are dropping," Morgan says. She is watching me in the rearview mirror. "Heart rate is forty. Respiration is shallow."
"It is not dropping," I say. My voice sounds distant. "It is syncing."
"Syncing with what?"
"The earth."
Lilith turns around. "Do not fight it. The Chamber will amplify the connection.
