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The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,Antanas led the way, decisive and swift. Sinora followed closely behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to face any danger that might arise.,The special cell of the Truth's Plane was held aloft by several colossal, temple-like pillars of enchanted steel. They stretched upward, covered in a labyrinthine array of runes that flickered and pulsed with faint azure light under the dim illumination. Each beat of the luminescence gave both Antanas and Sinora the illusion of an unseen eye watching them from the shadows.。