Meadow's POV
The console blinked red, insistent and demanding, while the city outside seemed oblivious to the invisible storm that had just begun. Phase One. All players now in position. The city will decide who survives. The words repeated in your mind, over and over, each echo heavier than the last. They were not a threat. Not directly. They were a statement. A fact. A warning. A rule that had been quietly established without consent. And it meant that the fourth vector had finally turned the entire city into a live experiment.
