Gleipnir's design had now entered "Anna Time."
Angel watched quietly for a moment, then withdrew his gaze.
By then, he had arrived at the entrance to Tina Entertainment's building. Concealed by Nightmare Illusion, Angel walked inside as if no one else existed.
It was already midnight, yet the interior of the building was brilliantly lit, even busier than during the day.
During the daytime, a very small number of ordinary people still worked in the building. But when night came, it was the mages' time.
Free from the need to worry about ordinary people, the mages cast off their shackles completely and flaunted the charm of fashion to their hearts' content.
Not long after Angel entered the lobby, he saw countless people gathered in a circle. At its center, a flamboyant man dressed like a Flamingo spun continuously beneath the beams of headlamps serving as stage lights.
What drove his body to spin were strands of thread so fine they were nearly invisible.
The threads emerged from some unknown space and bound his entire body. As they tugged, he whirled madly like a ballet dancer sped up dozens of times over.
An ordinary person would probably become dizzy and disoriented in an instant after spinning like that, but the man seemed not to feel a thing. He spun while shouting all kinds of slogans, drawing cheers from the mages watching around him.
The lobby had become a performance stage in all but name.
Every time the Flamingo man spun, he made an exaggerated expression, earning even louder cheers from the surrounding mages. If the mages on one side reacted more enthusiastically, he would pull fiery red petals from his pocket and toss them out, sending petals dancing through the air.
He was ostentatious to the extreme.
Yet that kind of