Four minutes and forty-seven seconds.
Fang Hong closed the main communication channel, leaving only the vision of the clockwork fairy hanging in the air. Through this fixed perspective, the onlookers gazed down upon him—not too close, nor too far—watching as he unfolded numerous large and small flexible constructs amidst a shower of light rain. The constructs, varying in height, were like silent sentinels surrounding their alchemist, their exteriors reflecting the cold metallic gleam.
Fang Hong held a clockwork fairy in his hand and looked at the matrix floating in midair, a golden array of clockwork fairies. He gently rotated his right hand, palm facing upwards, as gears and gauges on the metal glove spun.
Opposite him, countless golden spheres undulated. Invisible etheric threads, unobservable to the people, connected Fang Hong's magic guided reactor's main crystal to the central control crystal of the clockwork fairy swarm.
And between them, a mark was left.
