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.●,It seems like this is part of her mission as the Goddess of Destiny, teaching priests, doesn't it,Although heavily veiled by a formidable barrier, the Truth of Praenai's eyes, belonging to the imprisoned one, pierced through the gaps in his mask, reflecting the figures of the two visitors with a chilling and profound intensity.。