Can a Time Hound's mind maze really be so easily deciphered?
Or perhaps what he holds in his hand now is actually the key to a deeper trap?
Just as he was caught in this mental struggle, the entire Inverted Potion Workshop began to undergo dramatic changes.
The ceiling and floor started to rotate, the walls flowed and restructured like liquid.
Countless clock gears emerged from the void, interlocking and emitting a "tick-tock" mechanical sound.
Time fragments drifted like snowflakes, each reflecting historical snippets from different eras.
The entire space reconstructed into a circular arena composed of innumerable clockwork mechanisms and time elements.
This was Carlos's mental arena.
Stands made of clock gears formed a circle.
Time fragments slowly rotated in the air, creating an atmosphere that was both solemn and eerie.
In the center of the arena was a throne made of obsidian, carved with intricate time runes on its armrests and backrest.
