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.,From the gaps in the Devil-forged Steel, one could see a stone platform standing alone. It was covered in runes, and black ice crystal chains like venomous serpents coiled around it, tightly binding a demon.。