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.,Antanas quickly erected a defensive barrier in front of himself, attempting to block the searing black flames and protecting both himself and Sinora.。