Weeks became months. The Eaglercraft service rolled slowly through Sector 7—manifest as a calm in sudden drone sweeps, a way to open doorways for rescue teams, a measured deterrent in alleys where thieves once ruled. The mod’s presence shifted behavior; guards learned the device’s constraints, attackers learned to avoid places where mercy had teeth. Mara taught apprentices—people who’d lost more than they could name—how to tune intent into code. Each installation carried the audit bell, and each bell’s toll made the city a little less hospitable to anonymous violence.