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.●,One could only see within the true space of this cell, a world apart from the outside. The deep gray walls were coated in frost, swallowing most of the light and echoes. The frosted dome appeared particularly heavy under the sparse lighting, like a forgotten abyss. Not even a breath could be heard; there was only the oppressive silence and the bone-chilling cold.,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.。