The first gate struck the road while a woman pushed her husband's cart beneath its arch, pinning both forward wheels. Roen grabbed the handles and hauled both of them backward while five more avenues slammed shut around the screaming couple.
A mother dragged her child against the cart while falling iron drowned the nearest guard's shouted warning.
Didi reached the marker as trapped families crowded away from the bars.
Roen shoved his slate into her sightline beside the blade, "Household rolls this time, pulling the marked equipment didn't remove the residents."
"Every registered home feeds this boundary, and the Prince's authorization files the people inside along with the bricks."
Six avenues shared one ownership instruction, though each gate kept its own locking mechanism beneath that single connected household register. Her silver current traced their junction while gold gathered around the claim itself, leaving the physical bars beyond its reach.
