Hephaestus stepped back, his eyes narrowing with a mix of satisfaction and critical assessment as he observed the humanoid golem before him.
The creation was nearly complete, every detail a testament to his skill and the overwhelming power of the divine mask. A smirk played on his lips, but a nagging thought crossed his mind, prompting him to break his focus.
"How long have I been at this?" Hephaestus asked, his tone both curious and slightly impatient.
[Five hours,] the system chimed in, its voice tinged with an air of superiority. [Not bad for someone of your caliber, but I could have done it in half the time. Still, you've got 5 hours left—if you think you can handle it.]
Hephaestus rolled his eyes, but a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. The system's arrogance was as grating as it was amusing. "I see," he muttered, brushing off the jab. "The mana here is plentiful and flame-aligned. It's perfect for the Divine Mask Hephaestus. We should take advantage of it."
