But now, he did.
He became so deeply immersed in crafting and executing his ideas that he forgot about food, sleep, and every other physical need.
Only his brain continued its unbroken rhythm, refusing fatigue and sustaining a level of focus no human should logically be able to maintain for a duration Declan had long since stopped tracking.
His device, the one thing capable of waking him, rested on the sofa behind him, muted by the "Do Not Disturb" setting.
He never heard it ring, though its surface gleamed with light more than once.
When his fingers finally paused and he pushed the seat back slightly, a small smile curled at the corner of his lips, though incredibly large circles had formed beneath his eyes, the kind that belonged only to an unsleeping psychopath.
"I'm done... finally done putting it down. All ten Mech Creations," Declan whispered to himself.
Ten Mech Creations.
