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 visions in their eyes were constantly shifting, sometimes transforming into a hell that consumed them, and other times becoming beautiful scenery that beguiled their minds.,For a single moment, he hesitated not. Even with the heavy enchantments and chains binding him, Pranay's magic had already begun to cause the mana-proof steel to tremble at the same frequency.。