Ambrose's eyes traced the elegant script flowing across ancient parchment, absorbing knowledge from a treatise on elemental transmutation that had likely remained untouched for centuries. The gentle rustling of pages echoed in the hidden chamber beneath Crono Academy's restricted archives—a secret repository whose existence had been forgotten by all but one.
As he lifted his gaze from the weathered tome, Ambrose found Claire hovering before him, her spectral form radiating a soft luminescence that cast dancing shadows across the dusty shelves. Her ethereal features had arranged themselves into an eager smile, the earlier distress completely absent from her ghostly countenance.
"Does it not suit your tastes?" she inquired with the professional attentiveness of a dedicated librarian. Her translucent fingers gestured toward the book in his hands. "Do you want me to pick another one for you?"
