"Little magic tricks? Are young people these days all so smug after getting what they want?" Having lived to such an age, the Death Witch was used to playing the seniority card and could not be bothered to beat around the bush. Her words grew ever more blunt.
No one in the room responded immediately. Nearly five seconds passed before Constance, who had barely spoken until now, hit the nail on the head: "Layered spatial distortions... almost perfect."
"Only almost."
The Star Witch instinctively contradicted him. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his pale face was nearly translucent, yet a faint, illusory glimmer flowed beneath the skin. He seemed to be staring at the screen projection, but he had actually released his mental senses and was doing his best to observe the situation over there.
"The upper level was swallowed up, allowing the lower one to rise... No, they were directly compressed together. Then there's an open Space Fault, and its connection to Local Time-Space is very delicate." When it came to spatial-temporal displacement, conventional experience was almost meaningless. For the Star Witch to say this much proved that his insight and knowledge were first-rate.
And he really did manage to pick out a flaw: "Good thing the lighting is bright. Otherwise, with the distortion in that rear 'curtain wall,' it would have been exposed long ago."
Just as the Star Witch had said, there was obvious distortion in the physical and light-shadow structures at the rear of the overlapping Exhibition Stage. It was the result of interference between the newly opened Space Fault, which had temporarily swallowed the upper Exhibition Stage, and the compressed, distorted Local Time-Space.
The "flaw" he referred to was nitpicking to begin with. If anything, it made the visual effect even more stunning.
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