The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,The visions in their eyes were constantly shifting, sometimes transforming into a hell that consumed them, and other times becoming beautiful scenery that beguiled their minds.,From the gaps in the Devil-forged Steel, one could see a stone platform standing alone. It was covered in runes, and black ice crystal chains like venomous serpents coiled around it, tightly binding a demon.。