"It's here."
"Yeah, it's finally about to start."
"Don't forget what we agreed on."
"Watch and see how things unfold."
Time flew by quickly, and at this moment, the eleven Great Workshop Masters that had successively emerged from the Endless Spirit Workshop all sensed that the long-awaited election for the Master of Workshop Realm was imminent.
Accompanied by the crisp and orderly sound of bells, chains fell from the sky, accurately landing in front of each Great Workshop Master.
The originally scattered Great Workshop Masters instantly reached out and grabbed the chain that fell before them, holding it firmly. Some were so eager to gain an advantage that they didn't waste even half a second and climbed up quickly.
"Workshop Director Locke, we----"
"Let's go up as well, there might be benefits to being the first."
That's often how people are; when one takes the lead, others will not want to fall behind.
