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.●,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.,Unlike the two who scurried into this cell, New King must have just finished his maintenance work on a certain level of the negative sixth floor. He's definitely coming over at an unhurried and elegant pace, estimated to arrive later than expected.。