La Garita Caldera reawakens

Previously

…He grabbed a battered leather journal, its pages filled with his frantic scribblings, and flipped through it. The key lay in the energy signatures, the unique spectral fingerprint of the ignimbrite. He needed to isolate it, amplify it, and broadcast it to the world. But time was a luxury he no longer possessed. The red bloom on the thermal map was growing, pulsing with an infernal rhythm. The Ignimbrite Flare was no longer a distant threat. It was a countdown, and the clock was ticking down to zero. He had to act, and he had to act now, before the ash began to fall.