Time passed slowly in the extreme tension, with every second stretched into a torturous unit.
In the control room, Jeming stared intently at the data stream cascading down the light screen.
Beyond the porthole, Viola's figure appeared exceptionally small at the core node of the crimson array, the dark red radiance interweaving with the energy flow of the Binding Array, struggling to resist the incessant energy tides from the Starfall Plane.
The bad news was that the consciousness of the nascent Living Plane remained in a state of high stress.
The indicators representing its agitation and resistance, while no longer wildly soaring as they did initially, stubbornly maintained a dangerously high level, like a spring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.
