The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,Hyberlian sat in the chair nodding, holding a cookie in her hand. She felt like everyone else was busy, and she could just relax and act as a supervisor.,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.。