Worst possible timing
The factory machines slowly started to come alive, repeating exactly the same steps and thus the process as when we ventured to confirm my theory of the formation of the divine.
Strangely enough, however, even though the death of one man, no matter how important that man was, was nothing when compared to unleashing the nuclear-like disaster of a magical nature that could wipe not only the man himself but also pretty much the entirety of the city with him…
Strangely enough, it was now, not before, that my hand grew all the more careful, slowing down the rate at which I twisted the knob through its steps.
The reason for that was simple enough, though.
Before, we were already on the verge of the disaster. And while we remained as careful as we could get… things were so potentially bad, it would be actually challenging to make them even worse.