Do not deprive me of

The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.,Antanas' fingertips flickered with pale blue light, constructing a transparent barrier that enveloped her and Sinola, deflecting the celestial disasters of the illusion one by one.。