The world is split by oceans and divided by power. Five continents exist—each shaped by its own culture, magic, and ambition.
The Central Continent once shone brightest: a technological marvel of gleaming towers, digital gods, and sleepless cities. It had no magic—only machines and corporations fighting in data-driven wars.
The Demon Continent, by contrast, was ancient and wild, its people steeped in soul-deep magic. It had no kings, only the rule of strength and wisdom. The strongest, the Aetherian, led not by command, but by reverence.
The Begaglenga Continent birthed alchemy—mana without magic. Industrial factories belched smoke beside sacred groves, as science strained to mimic spellcraft.
The Musha Continent forged beauty into power. Artisans merged flesh and mana, creating the Demi-Humans—a proud race who wore their spirit like armor.
The Blekath Continent was myth: a paradise of nightmares and wonders where the land itself devoured invaders with eerie allure.
When monstrous creatures called Chimerasylphs emerged from the oceans, the Central Continent saw opportunity behind the threat. Under the guise of unity, they waged a campaign of conquest—pillaging alchemy, silencing art, and attempting to bend even magic to their will.
They failed to break the Demon Continent.
After seventy years of war, the dragons descended. Their king, Incinerne, razed armies with fire and ice and demanded an end to the Central Continent's greed. In the aftermath, a fragile peace emerged. The Central Continent, scarred and humbled, withdrew, relinquishing its imperial grip and retreating behind its walls to face the Chimerasylphs alone.
But one of their sins remained.
A city, deep in the Demon Continent, built during the war—a place called The Inside. Designed to house prisoners, soldiers, and exiles, it became a lawless ruin after the Central Continent's retreat. A city of cybernetic decay and desperate magic, ruled by no law but survival.
And in this broken city, a child was born.
Her name was Farrah. Once a gladiator, prostitute, and thief—she fought with a cybernetic arm and burned with the will to live. When she became pregnant, she was cast out. Her brothel owner demanded she kill the child and return to work. She refused.
She fought. Bled. Survived.
And when the time came, in a stark white hotel room under flickering neon light, she gave birth to a son. His eyes held the stars. His cry cut through the rot of The Inside.
She named him T'Jadaka.
He was born from pain, but not for pain. He was born with purpose—into a world recovering from war, haunted by dragons, and divided by past sins.
And though the world did not know it yet…T'Jadaka would change everything.