In the end, it was a complex charm that would be integrated into the castle’s wards. One of which I only have access to via the pedestal. Hovering my hand over my grimoire, I made the grimoire’s magic anchor with Avalon’s. A runic circle appeared on the pedestal and started to glow white. There was a snap as the floating book landed onto the pedestal and locked into place by magic. Magic started to pool from the base of the pedestal and circled around it. The color of the magic started off with a tealish hue, the same as the walls of the castle, before it turned purple and rose to the ceiling of the room. The lesser fey who congregated there floated away from the near beam of magic. As it hit the ceiling, it not only spreaded through the walls, but phased through it. 