It was a tense five minutes. Remirg Kryptos had been eyeing both the pots so attentively that he almost forgot to blink. SN1 and SN2 have been hovering satisfactorily for almost two minutes, a feat he had never achieved before, thanks to his blissful ignorance towards runes.
Three minutes into the counting, Remirg was sweating profusely as time started slowing down for him. Each passing second felt like a whole minute. Nevertheless, he still had his gaze fixed upon the shriveled pieces of flying pottery.
Four minutes into the counting, Remirg got the feeling that this much time was more than enough. It was no less than an endeavor for him. But still, SN1 and SN2 were clinging on the imaginary string lying in an invisible plane, fixed rigidly into the fabric of air.