Do not deprive me of

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.,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.。