Ambrose expanded his spatial awareness to its maximum capacity, pushing the boundaries of his ability until it encompassed the entire restricted archives. The mental strain was considerable, like stretching a muscle far beyond its intended limit, but the young Rothschild heir paid little heed to the building pressure behind his temples. His consciousness mapped every tome, manuscript, and scroll within the vast library space as he methodically searched for anything extraordinary—books with unusual auras, texts radiating distinctive magical signatures, or volumes containing hidden enchantments.
Time slipped by as his mental net cast wider and deeper. Disappointment began to settle into his thoughts as each shelf yielded nothing special. Had he overestimated the library's significance? Were the restricted archives merely a collection of advanced but ultimately mundane texts?
