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Lysilde aided Alvoran up the spiral staircase. Virtually every single step was difficult but eventually they got back up and out of the prohibited section of the Gallaria.

The room was bright compared to the dungeon-like corridors they had just fought in.

One side of Alvoran's silks were coated in a dark reddish brown. It wasn't exactly inconspicuous, nor were Lysilde's blood-coated hands.

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The Ohmes man turned to open the door and allow the four new arrivals into the beautiful city of Tenmaru. It was quite beautiful. With the high noon sun almost perfectly situated above the square in the middle of the arena-like town.

Everywhere you looked there was some sort beauty or something that was being molded, grown, crafted or created to become as such.