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.]
