"Astrid, take a look at this."
Inside the Pope's residence, Lyra stood before a bookshelf, gazing at a yellowed tome whose cover was enveloped in a membrane of light. In a gentle voice, she called to Astrid, who was inspecting the desk.
"Could it be that so-called original Holy Scripture?"
Upon hearing Lyra's voice, Astrid immediately lifted her eyes from the desktop and turned toward her. Her silver metallic heels tapped sharply against the tiled floor as she walked elegantly over to Lyra's side.
There was no specially made storage case protecting it, nor had it been placed in some secret location for safekeeping. It simply rested quietly between two other books, continuously emitting faint fluctuations of light-element energy.
