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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' fingertips flickered with pale blue light, constructing a transparent barrier that enveloped her and Sinola, deflecting the celestial disasters of the illusion one by one.,And Xynora hesitated slightly, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as she raised her hand in response to Antanas's celebratory gesture.。