Within Penacony's Golden Moment, time no longer flowed, but had solidified into dazzling amber.
Clock Kid Plaza was the brightest molten core within that amber.
There was no oxygen in the air; instead, it was filled with countless floating particles of memoria that gave off a soft glow.
Like living stardust, they drifted and flickered to an invisible melody.
"What a beautiful sight." Lia watched the flowing crowds, seemingly in quite a good mood.
In the dreamscape, the tiles beneath the two Servants' feet looked less like stone slabs and more like flowing liquid neon.
Each step sent rippling rings of rainbow light spreading outward, reflecting the boundless starry sky above.
Not far away, the Dream Daydream Hotel rose from enormous, slowly rotating glass gears interwoven with holographic projections.
The moonlike Penacony Theater shone brilliantly in the sky, bathing every dreamscape district in its light.
Amid this dizzying splendor between dream and reality, Lia and Black Jeanne's shadowed figures seemed somewhat out of place.
"Hey, Jeanne, why don't we buy this building?" Lia teased.
"Since the Masters said the credit card had no spending limit, using this building as a base wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Don't call me by that name." Jeanne looked at her with open disgust.
"You know I'm not that saint."
"Oh? Why can the Masters call you that, but I can't?" Lia looked at Jeanne with amused interest.
"Playing favorites?"
"The Masters don't know the origins of my Saint Graph, so it doesn't matter if they call me that."
Jeanne was clad in pitch-black armor, her entire body wrapped in chains and patterns brimming with madness.
With her arms folded across her chest, her crimson-gold eyes, sharp as blades, swept over the bizarre sights around them.
On a massive holographic billboard, a virtual idol sang