Misty clouds concealed the moon and stars, while dazzling lights illuminated the spacious hall.
Busy staff bustled to and fro, filling the round tables with an abundance of food.
Among them were many local delicacies from Rodan, as well as famous dishes from the Tia Empire and Central Earth cuisine.
A silver-haired man sat before a dining table, lifting his hand to look at his mechanical arm embedded with gems. Then he turned his head to glance at the moon outside, now veiled by clouds.
Time ticked away in the rotation of the hands on the clock, second by second.
The staff continued busily serving dishes at a steady pace, silent and synchronized in their movement; their footsteps were so light as to be almost invisible, and no one uttered a word.
A bizarre silence enveloped this brightly lit hall, broken only by the ticking of the clock.
Time itself seemed to blur in this quietude.
Woo—