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.●,After making arrangements with Huberlian, Antanas and Sinora hesitated for almost no time. They exchanged a glance and immediately rushed towards the frost corridor inside the Level 6 prison.,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.。