The only few interesting manuals were the magic manuals of Astran foot techniques, but they were useless to Julian. They focused on basic movement arts and ground-based combat forms that held no value for someone of his level and knowledge.
With that, he climbed the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The moment he stepped onto the second level, the atmosphere changed noticeably. The air felt heavier, almost thicker, as if something eerie was stored here. The mana lamps burned with a deeper hue, casting long shadows between the shelves.
Many of the books here were locked behind enchanted glass cases or bound with glowing runes that pulsed faintly when he approached.
The second floor was clearly reserved for more sensitive material.
Julian moved slowly down the central aisle, his fingers brushing lightly over the locked cases as he scanned the titles.
