As Kael flipped open the cover, the enchantments within the journal truly came to life. A faint, melodic hum emanated from the pages, and the illustrations seemed to breathe, shifting seamlessly between stillness and movement. A forest scene unfurled across one page, the trees swaying gently as a breeze rippled through their leaves. On the next, a flickering campfire lit the faces of adventurers locked in quiet conversation. The text itself moved like flowing water, scrolling across the pages in elegant, curling letters that reshaped themselves into new stories and spells before Kael's eyes.
"Still smitten with those, huh?" Liora leaned against the stall, arms crossed. His smirk was firmly in place, though he glanced briefly at the glowing pages with a flicker of curiosity. "Let me guess. You're about to say something poetic about how it 'brings history to life,' or some such nonsense."
