The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,With the murmur of a Sinoa spell, she precisely weakened the illusory realm's magical damage.,One could only see within the true space of this cell, a world apart from the outside. The deep gray walls were coated in frost, swallowing most of the light and echoes. The frosted dome appeared particularly heavy under the sparse lighting, like a forgotten abyss. Not even a breath could be heard; there was only the oppressive silence and the bone-chilling cold.。