Chapter 245 — The Cost of Acceptance
It didn't take long, it was actually on faster side. Not for people to notice. But for them to begin—Accepting it.
The changes were small. Careful. Precise. Too precise to be random. Too beneficial to reject. And that—Was the danger.
In the eastern city, movement had become smoother. Not faster. Not more efficient. Just… easier. A broken path that had once forced people to step carefully over jagged debris now shifted slightly underfoot, the sharpest edges settling just enough to allow safe passage. No one repaired it. It adjusted itself. And people noticed.
At first, they hesitated. Stepped lightly. Watched closely. But when nothing happened—When no punishment followed—When no overwhelming force descended—They continued. Carefully. Then normally. And eventually—Without thinking.
