Tyler barely noticed the passing of days anymore.
Since the day he laid down Heimdall's backbone, his internal clock had shifted.
Daylight and nightfall had no meaning. Sleep came in short intervals, mostly usually when his body gave out at the workbench.
Meals were taken standing. Breaks, if they could be called that, were moments spent staring at the schematic file like it might betray a flaw if he watched long enough.
But despite the intensity, everything was going smoothly.
On Day Two, he made huge and solid headway with a 20% progress. With that, the total completion reached 30%. Every detail was falling into place in a satisfying fashion.
On Day Three, he kept the same pace with another 20%. That brought the total to 50%, then 70%. And with that number came a dangerous thought. Or should he call it optimism?
At this rate, he could be done in a day or two.