Both Antanas and Sinora stared intently at the bracelets, waiting for a signal from the new king that he had completed his current level's work.,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.,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.。