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Camila’s POVEvolution required.The words didn’t disappear when the screen dimmed, they stayed in my mind like something carved into the future itself, quiet but impossible to ignore, and the silence that followed wasn’t empty, it felt like something had just shifted beyond us, something that wasn’t asking anymore, something that had already decided we were part of what came nextI didn’t look at the system againI looked at themDaniil standing still but sharper than before, like every instinct in him had already adjusted to what those words meant, Ivan no longer watching for threats but watching for patterns, and Neomi at the console, her hands still but her mind clearly moving faster than anything on the screenBecause I understood something they hadn’t said yetThis wasn’t about reacting anymoreIt was about becoming something different“We can’t keep leading like this,” I said quietly, and the moment the words left me, all three of them looked at me, not confused, not resistant,

Ivan’s POVThe darkness did not feel like absence, it felt deliberate, like something had reached into everything we built and stripped it away with precision, not to destroy it but to see what remained when there was nothing left to rely on, no signals, no structure, no control, just us, and for the first time since we took control of everything I realized how quiet power felt when it was gone and how exposed everything became when the systems that held it together disappearedNeomi’s voice cut through first, sharp and controlled as she forced steadiness into it, saying all connections were down both internal and external, and even without looking at her I could hear the strain beneath it, not panic but resistance against something that should not have been possible, while Daniil stood still in that dangerous calm he carried before decisions, already shifting focus away from the missing structure to what was left behind“They didn’t take it, they removed it,” he said, and the words s

Camila’s POVExternal selection initiated. The words didn’t disappear, they stayed even after the screen dimmed, even after the system stopped shifting, even after the room settled into a silence that felt too controlled to be natural.It wasn’t gone. It was just waiting. Watching.And for the first time I understood something none of us had said out loud yet, whatever had been testing us wasn’t finished with us, not even close.Daniil stood beside me, his expression controlled but tighter than before, like he was holding something in place that wanted to break free. Ivan stayed still, but his attention wasn’t on the system anymore, it was elsewhere, farther, deeper.Neomi wasn’t looking at the screen at all. She was looking at us. Like something had changed that she couldn’t name yet. And maybe it had. But not here. Not in this moment.Camila’s POVTime moved differently after that. Not because anything changed on the surface, but because everything underneath it had.We stopped spea

Camila’s POVThe voice didn’t stay in the air for long, but its meaning did.“We’ve been invited.”Even after the darkness lifted, even after the emergency lights came on in slow, unstable pulses, that sentence stayed inside my head like something carved too deep to remove.No one in that hall was celebrating anymore.Ivan’s wedding didn’t end, but it stopped existing as a wedding the moment the lights died.People were moving now, confused, whispering, security trying to restore order, but none of it reached me properly. I was already somewhere else mentally, already listening for what came next instead of what was happening in front of me.Because I knew that voice wasn’t random.It didn’t belong to panic.It belonged to control.And control always comes from intention.Daniil was already moving before anyone officially reacted. Not fast, not dramatic, just decisive. The kind of movement that tells you the decision was made long before the moment arrived.Ivan stepped down from the

Camila’s POVThe line didn’t disappear. “MafiaReformedProtocolAccepted.” It stayed in the air like something that refused to be dismissed, not sound, not text anymore, but confirmation that something beyond us had officially acknowledged what our world had become. And that was the part that carried weight, because approval is never neutral in our life, it always comes with expectation attached.Daniil noticed it first. I saw it in the way his silence changed, not soft, not calm, but sharpened, like pressure held under control. Ivan stood slightly behind him now, no longer the uncertain boy shaped by events, but someone already standing in position as part of structure rather than transition. That shift mattered more than anything spoken.The first alert came without sound. No alarm, no warning tone, just a change in the atmosphere itself, the kind I only recognize after surviving long enough to know when reality is being adjusted. Neomi entered first, eyes scanning, posture controlled