Julius visited the dome daily to run meticulous structural diagnostics, eventually refining his original countdown. The mathematical projection settled at a hard fifteen days, rather than the initial fourteen.
Regardless of the math, the absolute strongest elites of the Vanguard established a relentless, rotating guard duty around the star-prison. No one genuinely trusted the calculation... They were terrified the trapped monstrosity was deliberately attempting to deceive them, playing the long game just to drastically accelerate its digging speed at the very last part.
Absolutely no one wanted to be looking the other way if the spoon somehow managed to shatter the wall ahead of schedule.
But the monolithic dome held firm, degrading at the exact microscopic pace Julius had predicted. The nightmare trapped inside was not advancing any faster than anticipated.
