I know you can hear me, Sol pressed, refusing to let it slide. He focused his will directly onto the central fissure, wrapping his thoughts around the relic. After eating all that power, you owe me some answers. So stop hiding… tell me what I need to know. When can I use you? When can I tear open the gate and go back to my original tribe?
For a long, agonizing moment, there was no reply. Sol continued to prod, pushing his will against the artifact's smooth, dark surface, refusing to let it slip back into hibernation.
Sol was half a second away from trying to mentally shake the damn thing when a sudden, microscopic ripple traveled through the dark stone.
HUMMM.
A faint, ghostly resonance echoed up from the compass, bypassing words and translating directly into raw conceptual intent in his mind.
It was faint, sluggish, and steeped in ancient exhaustion.
