“What question?”
Tears cut tracks through the grime on my face. “Don’t.”
The skeleton crumbled to dust. The astralidium heart floated toward me, warm as a second sun, and merged with my chest. Pain. Then light. Then a vast, cold awareness—a web of magnetic lines stretching from the planet’s core to the edge of the system. magnus 10
Transmitting.
“How long?” I whispered.
“Oracle,” I said. “Give me a read on local magnetosphere.”
And I made my choice.
The moment my suit lights touched the skeleton, the whisper became a voice. Not through my ears—directly into my limbic system, hot and ancient.