"It is hard to look at the book. Its aura pulses with magical energies that radiate far into the world around it. Everybody can see the magic, but noone has the ability to tap into these energies. It seems like a cruel joke, for us mighty wizards, to feel so powerless in front of such a shabby common magical item. Araleth casts a protection spell and tries to touch the book. Suddenly, a blue protective crackling field appears around it, and Araleth falls, his robes still burning. If Araleth cannot touch it, it is a book of great power, perhaps an artifact. We need to seal the tomb and leave this accursed place. Young Eanfled is running towards her fallen master, screaming. I try to stop her, but she is determined. I close my eyes not to see her destruction, but nothing happens. The aura of the spellbook has changed to gold and Eanfled says dazed "This is the Wispering Wind itself. The Spellbook of Elbereth the Dark!"" Abstract from the Journal of Wizzard Durakshi Aenelvaed
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