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According to the fragmented legend found in the same notebook, Iarabroin was birthed in the heart of the , a fissure between worlds where imagination and reality collided. When the first dream‑weaver, Eldra the Luminous , crossed the Rift, she collected the raw, unshaped narratives that floated like fireflies. She bound them with moon‑silver and poured them into a crystal chalice, creating the first droplets of Iarabroin.

It was a stormy night when young apprentice scribe sought shelter in the abandoned library of the old palace. The rain hammered the stone walls, and lightning illuminated rows of dust‑laden tomes. Among the cracked spines, Mira's eye fell upon a thin, vellum‑bound notebook, its cover etched with a single, silvered rune: 𐍈 . iarabroin

In the kingdom of Lythoria, where the moon hung low over silver‑capped towers and the wind sang through the amber leaves of the Ever‑Grove, there existed a secret known only to a handful of scribes, alchemists, and dream‑weavers. It was called , a shimmering, iridescent substance that seemed to drink in the night and exhale stories. According to the fragmented legend found in the

And so, the kingdom lives on, a living story written in the ink of dreams, bound by the hearts of those brave enough to share them. It was a stormy night when young apprentice

Mira, now aware of the ink’s power and its cost, fled the library, taking the notebook with her. She sought out hidden sanctuary in the Misty Peaks , hoping to learn how to harness Iarabroin without losing herself.

Inside, the pages were blank—until Mira brushed her fingertip across the paper. A faint, silvery vapor rose, swirling like a miniature galaxy. The ink that seeped from the vapor was not ordinary; it glowed faintly, shifting colors from deep indigo to molten amber with every breath Mira took.

Word of Iarabroin spread like a hushed rumor through Lythoria. Scholars and tyrants alike coveted the ink, each dreaming of shaping destiny. The , a faction that believed in absolute control, sent their spymaster, Lord Varyn , to seize the notebook.