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.,As the phantoms in [The Path of Suspended Passing] grow increasingly powerful, the barrier begins to resemble a ship caught in a hurricane, struggling against the onslaught. Soon, it will be unable to hold, forcing Sinola to employ complex interference spells.。