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' finger glided lightly across the screen, zooming in on the map's details, his gaze fixed on that red dot.,The special cell of the Truth's Plane was held aloft by several colossal, temple-like pillars of enchanted steel. They stretched upward, covered in a labyrinthine array of runes that flickered and pulsed with faint azure light under the dim illumination. Each beat of the luminescence gave both Antanas and Sinora the illusion of an unseen eye watching them from the shadows.。