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Was Dante succeeding? The answer to that question was up for debate. While he was breaking through complex layers of the spell's effects, his efforts were seemingly getting them nowhere. This part of Truebridge's mind continued to be blank, very much like a white canvas that had yet to be brushed with paint. Only a vivid and colourful memory was there beneath all of these layers of white film.
That was what kept him going, what kept him steady in his work as he delved further and further in an effort to remove the fog. If they could manage a few more layers... maybe, just maybe more would be revealed... perhaps a face? Somebody did a damn good job of making it a challenge to retrieve this particular memory. If they could at the very least find out who did it...
Regardless of the efforts Trubridge was making to tolerate it, he could sense the man's mind registering the pain. Dante was fully aware that it was only going to intensify the more this continued, especially now that he managed to break through yet another mental layer and continued pushing forward. A flash of green suddenly replaced the foggy white film, a flash he was all too familiar with as it was the result of a spell he casted almost daily. Though that was all it was, another fleeting flash. But again it was something, a reminder that the possibility of extracting the memory was still there... if driving the man insane was what it was going to take to break through, then so be it...
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