Document I: Augustus's Chronicle of the Far East Campaign — The Abonia Volume (Note: This volume is the personal journal of imperial explorer Augustus, currently housed in the Royal Library of Saint Cecilia.)

  In the nineteenth year of my campaign, the Empire had already laid firm foundations upon the Golden Peninsula. Once again, I sailed with the fleet across that expanse of blue, bound for the uncharted continent on the other shore — a land still rendered in blurred strokes on our maps, unconquered and unknown.

  It was a primordial and deeply forested tropical land, peculiarly situated just south of the typhoon belt. The fury of storms rarely reached these shores, and so the land had grown wild and untamed in a kind of eternal calm. I named it The Land Below the Wind.

  The native inhabitants called themselves the "Ezan" — meaning People of the Land. And the land itself bore the name "Abonia," which in their ancient dialect meant the Land of Divine Punishment.

  According to legends passed down through generations of the Ezan, in the beginning of creation, the god Aruan brought heaven and earth into existence. The Ezan claim to be his descendants, yet in a past so distant it can no longer be traced, their ancestors committed an unspeakable transgression and were cast out by the gods, left to wander the depths of the dense jungle. From that moment on, the Ezan have survived within the forest — fighting one another, taking heads, confined to this narrow and isolated land. They believe this to be a long pilgrimage of atonement for the sins of their forebears; that only through suffering and sacrifice might they cleanse themselves of that unforgivable ancient wrong.

  At the geographical heart of the continent, a sacred mountain rises in perpetual mist. The Ezan call it Aru Abaru — the Place Where Souls Return. They believe that upon death, the soul ascends the mountain and is carried back into the embrace of the gods on the seasonal winds. As every fallen leaf returns to its roots, so all things must return to the source of life.

  To the south of Abonia lies a natural boundary known as Ali Antan. I lingered there only briefly before pressing onward with another small party, in pursuit of that more mysterious and uncharted territory beyond…

  Document II: The Testament of the God — Record of the Assault on Heaven (Note: Transcribed from an ancient priestly stele, an account of the First Fracture.)

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  In the beginning, the world lay submerged in endless silence and chaos. There was no light. There was no form.

  Then a meteor streaked across the heavens like a sacred key, and in an instant, unlocked the void. Chaos — that long-dormant heart — stirred at the sudden shock and gave birth to thought. Thought became an unceasing symphony, and with each note, chaos was transformed: solid earth took shape, vast skies unfolded, and two radiant stars were kindled — the sun and the moon.

  As the supreme god of creation, He took the dark clay of the earth and molded the forms of all living things; He breathed into them the pure breath of the heavens and gave them souls. And so the primordial gods and all living creatures came into being. Immortal and undying, they reveled in eternal joy, enveloped by the endless symphony.

  Yet a quiet emptiness crept in, born of immortality. The eyes of gods and creatures alike grew dim, as though imprisoned in an invisible cage. Unable to bear the sight, the Creator fashioned a great Sacred Mirror in the sky above the world, forged from the infinite light of the stars. He granted life the gifts of death and procreation — an end to the void, a cycle and a meaning.

  But one god could not accept the fate of death. He rose in defiance, drawing upon the will and power of countless gods to forge a short sword — the first weapon ever made in this world. He raised it high and brought it down upon the Sacred Mirror above, seeking to sever the shackles of death.

  The Sacred Mirror held. The sword shattered on impact, breaking into countless fragments that scattered to every corner of the world. Nor did the rebellious god escape his own ruin. In that moment, all the gods understood: death had become inevitable.

  Document III: The Red Sea Parchment — A Fragment (Note: A classified document compiled by the royal historians of the Ur Dynasty, concerning the worldly uses of the Fragments.)

  The contents recorded in the sacred Book of Creation have been verified time and again by those of us in the historian's office, and we are confident of their truth.

  The rebellious god who could not bear to surrender eternity was named Kalis. Though the first weapon he created has long since shattered, its fragments did indeed scatter across the mortal world — and they possess extraordinary power.

  We have been fortunate enough to witness the true existence of these fragments ourselves. The great Ur Dynasty has endured for more than a century, and it is precisely because its rulers came to possess three of these fragments. They carry a power that transcends nature; when melted down and reforged into weapons, the strength they bestow upon their wielders renders ordinary iron as brittle as dead wood.

  In the ancient tongue, all weapons forged from the fragments are known by a single name: Kris.

  An ancient prophecy of the Ur Dynasty holds that before his fall, the god Kalis spoke his final words: "The Sacred Mirror is already cracked." This means that should someone gather all the scattered fragments from across the world, it would once again be possible to shake the very framework of death — to shatter the cycle of life entirely, and grant the one who holds them true and boundless immortality.