It took eleven seconds.
He knew because he counted them — not deliberately, not as a timer, but because the part of his mind that tracked dungeon engagement metrics had been running continuously since they entered the chamber and it logged the eleven seconds with the same automated neutrality it logged everything else. Eleven seconds of standing still in an S rank boss chamber while the boss circled at translation distance and Xali and Razga lay at the periphery and the purple-black light pulsed its slow rhythm against the floor.
Eleven seconds was a long time to stand still in front of something that wanted to kill him.
The boss used eight of them to translate twice and reposition and read him and decide that the stillness was not a tactical choice it recognised and therefore approach with the caution that unrecognised things warranted.
He used all eleven to build.
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The construction was not like the hybrid.
