The Eaarra Saplati Library stands at the heart of Naga’alu, a quiet and uncanny refuge where knowledge drifts through the air in the form of floating books that respond to the intentions of those who enter. Its high stone walls glow with a soft arcane warmth, anchored by a single ever-burning flame and a solemn statue of Arcanis, whose presence still lingers in every corner of the space. The library’s longtime caretaker, an elderly man who has tended it for nearly a century, moves slowly through the aisles as he does his best to keep order among the restless tomes.
The atmosphere is serene yet unsettled, filled with the sense that the place remembers every spell ever cast within it. Visitors come seeking insight into the mysteries of Naga’alu, hoping the drifting tomes will reveal something long forgotten, though the silence often feels as heavy as the secrets it keeps. The Murasu clans speak of older truths buried in its foundations and claim that the library once held knowledge far beyond what Arcanis allowed to remain. Whatever the truth, one mystery cannot be ignored. Naga’alu was created only fourteen years ago, yet this library stood in Hursan’alu for more than a century before it ever rose into the sky.