The east gate had always marked a boundary. Yet this morning it felt like something heavier, carrying intention rather than simple direction. Broken fencing and cracked concrete stretched out beneath the pale morning light. Still, the space itself seemed charged, as if both sides had already decided something without speaking it aloud.
Snow Team gathered without needing to be told twice.
Victor stood at the front, posture composed. His presence anchored the rest even before he spoke. His gaze swept across each of them, not lingering, not questioning, simply confirming what was already understood. There was no hesitation left in the room. Whatever had shifted the night before had now settled into something beyond discussion.
"Move."
The word carried easily, and the change followed immediately.
