"Clock King Erica..."
Ron's heartbeat slightly accelerated. He knew he was witnessing an extremely precious historical fragment.
In the image, Erica was crafting something, each of her movements precise to an awe-inspiring degree.
Various rare materials flowed and fused in her hands as if they were alive, while the clock shadows precisely controlled the timing of each step in the process.
Ron could see that she was forging the very pocket watch he held in his hand.
But the crafting process was far more complex than imagined, requiring not only top-tier alchemy techniques but also a profound understanding of the laws of time.
The picture suddenly shifted, and Ron's perspective came to a bizarre temporal fissure.
Here, there was no fixed ground or sky; there were only numerous twisted time streams intertwined, forming a chaotic and dangerous hunting ground.
Erica stood in the center of this perilous area, surrounded by at least seven or eight time hounds.
