Southern Samael Continent, Flaming Valley Border
Members of the Lionheart Guild were waiting near a rocky plateau.
Rebecca and Martin sat around a stone slab, each focusing on two sets of handgun parts.
Across from them, Nacho stood holding a pocket watch in each hand.

“Synchronize your time,” Nacho said. “Begin.”

At his command, Rebecca and Martin began rapidly assembling the handgun parts.
Rebecca quickly pieced hers together, finishing with a fully assembled gun. She even ejected the empty rounds from the magazine before Martin was halfway done.

Martin sighed, placing his unfinished gun on the …