We returned to the camp merely an hour or so after leaving it to give Makary some room.
And from the very moment we stepped back into the perimeter controlled by his men, the changes to the situation all around were pretty much obvious.
By now, the gate lost its mystical vibe, turning into what it was in reality - the most crucial and important choke-point for the transfer of tools, men, and resources between the worlds. And even now, merely a few hours into our expedition, the gate already gained an artificial division going through its middle, splitting it into the ingoing and outgoing lanes.
'To think they would be so quick to exploit this place…' I thought while looking at the soldiers currently busying themselves with setting a fuel-powered generator up so that they could power up the two conveyor belts already present at the gate.
