There’s a thrum as I make contact. Like a release of energy that’s been silently building around me, an invisible wave that explodes outward from the obelisk, racing through stone and away into the rest of Fornax. Then pain in my head, sharp and cold and clear. “SYNCHRONOUS!” The woman’s scream is panicked, a shriek so abrupt that I stumble. The word ricochets through my skull. And then, there are pulses everywhere.
Uh oh
