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.●,Sinora leaned closer, her pupils reflecting a shimmering light as she nodded rapidly, signaling to Antanas that she was ready.,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.。