Stark looked up, taking in the details of the reception room. Charles, however, frowned at Stark and said, "The bandwidth you opened is a little too wide. I think you'd better..."
Several soft whooshes rang out. Everyone turned to look out the window. At first, only some relatively small mechanical parts fell down, but soon, components began pouring from the sky like a torrential rainstorm, their clattering echoes filling the room.
With a bang, one corner of the manor collapsed under the impact. Then came a succession of booming crashes. Charles waved a hand, and the group appeared above the sea, watching from afar as the manor was buried beneath countless mechanical components.
Stark folded his arms and said, "This is what happens when you forcibly hypnotize me. I was thinking at high speed when you dragged me into your consciousness space. It'd be strange if all the components I built in my head didn't flood this place."
As he spoke, the rain of machinery in midair finally slowed somewhat. But the entire beach had already been smashed beyond recognition, with countless bizarre mechanical parts piled higher than mountains. Charles sighed and said, "Clearly, someone advised me..."
"I know." Stark turned to Schiller and said, "Someone who only knows how to screw in lightbulbs will never understand a scientist's obsession with thinking..."
"Fine, you collapsed the base we built." Schiller raised a hand over his eyes and gazed toward the distant shoreline. Then he said, "You have to give us somewhere to talk, don't you?"
"You call a place with one little building a base? If that's the extent of your ambition for this organization, don't come looking for me next time."
As he spoke, Stark rose from the surface of the sea. He spread his arms, and a faint