He had less than twenty-four hours before the Civilizational Holy War would begin, before his mother and son and everyone else he cared about would be pulled into isolated arenas to face Primordial Architects. The pressure of that deadline should have made him rush and should have introduced desperation into his actions.
But he had been doing something important through his Hadean Mind of Infinite Calculation.
Whenever he needed to think through a problem, whenever he encountered complexity that required extended contemplation, he could stop time for his perception alone. An instant could become infinite for his consciousness while the external world remained frozen. If he found himself stuck on any thought process or possibility, he simply paused for what felt like hours or days within that moment of perceptual infinity.
Then he resumed, having worked through whatever had given him pause with boundless solutions!
The construction continued.
