When Lauren touched Ashmole 785, a rush of great and powerful magic surged through her. It was as if the very essence of the ancient manuscript flowed into her veins, awakening something deep within. The air crackled with energy, and the once-quiet library seemed to hum with life.
She felt the weight of centuries of knowledge and power pressing against her, and for a moment, she was overwhelmed. Visions flashed before her eyes—images of wizards and witches, spells being cast, and the rich tapestry of history woven into the pages of the book.
Lauren's heart raced as she realized that this was not merely a book but a conduit of magic, a bridge to a world she had only begun to understand.
"What the heck?" Lauren muttered to herself, her mind racing to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions s
