Before the lies began, this world was neither one nor divided.
It was the meeting point of all space, time, and civilizations that ever existed.
When the dimensional gates opened in a cosmic collision whose cause remains unknown a fused world was born: All Worlds, a realm where everything meets, but nothing truly unites.
All Worlds was formed from seven great continents, each ruled by a dominant race carrying with them the history, power, and pride of their original worlds. These continents do not merely differ in geography, but in natural laws, in the passage of time, and in the very essence of magic often in direct conflict with one another.
1. Aetherion – Northern Continent (Race of Angels)
Aetherion is a land of eternal snow and crystalline skies, home to radiant beings with majestic wings and mastery over pure light. Time flows slowly here, and the night sky always glows. Their cities float in the air, built from aether crystals, governed by strict morals and a divine hierarchy.
2. Dravhark – Western Continent (Race of Dragons)
With jagged mountains and rivers of eternal lava, Dravhark is the land of ancient dragons and their kin beings of iron flesh and fire breath. They build citadels from black stone and molten gold. Their creed is simple: absolute strength and honor through deadly duels.
3. Umbra – Southern Continent (Demons and Shadow Beings)
Umbra is an ocean of endless night, where the sun never rises. A crimson moon hangs perpetually in its sky. The land is toxic, the air dense. Demons and creatures of darkness thrive here, feeding on fear as their source of power. Their cities resemble nightmares built with inverted architecture and soul-mirrors.
4. Solari – Eastern Continent (The False Gods)
The golden lands of Solari are ruled by self-proclaimed gods beings of various races who ascended to supreme power and declared themselves divine. Their palaces pierce the heavens, and their people are taught to worship without question. Solari represents an enforced order, not harmony.
5. Verdantia – Southeastern Continent (Forest Races: Elves, Dryads, Spirits of Nature)
An endless living forest, teeming with ancient life and magical spirits. Verdantia is where trees whisper and rivers sing of history. Inhabited by elves and guardians of nature, this continent pulses with the world's lifeforce but its people refuse to involve themselves in divine affairs.
6. Nusantara – Equatorial Continent (Majapahit Humans & Semi-Modern Civilization)
Inspired by the glory of Majapahit, Nusantara is a tropical archipelago that blends ancestral grandeur with semi-modern etheric technology. Home to humans of ancient lineage and strong spiritual roots, they preserve sacred manuscripts and teachings of the True Creator a belief outlawed across All Worlds.
7. The Axis – Center of the World (All Worlds Academy)
Floating above an eternal ocean at the center of the realm stands the All Worlds Academy a colossal tower that pierces clouds and even reality itself. It is the heart of education and doctrine, crafted by the false gods. Each continent has its own branch, but only the top graduates are allowed to enter the Central Academy, where the next generation of world leaders are shaped and indoctrinated.
From these lands, the world is guarded or more accurately, controlled. The false gods forged a global system of order, planting dogma, punishing all who refused to kneel.
They called it "Balance."
But not all bowed.
Some still remembered the Old Truth of a True Creator, of harmony not built on blood and deception.
And somewhere, tucked within the trees and spice-laden rivers, a new story of rebellion was about to begin.
The Majapahit Kingdom – Panawung Village, Nusantara
The morning sky spread gently over coconut groves and golden rice fields. Amidst this tropical paradise stood an old stilt house, carved with faded symbols of nagas, garudas, and Kawi script.
Here lived the last family of Majapahit bloodline brave enough to guard the Truth preserved in ancient lontar scrolls.
Inside, a seven-year-old boy laughed as he climbed a guava tree, leaves rustling around him.
His name: Aji Saka.
A boy with raven-black hair and sharp eyes, unlike any other child in the village.
He was raised on ancestral tales not of gods descending from the sky, but of The One Unseen, who created everything before dimensions were ever born.
"Aji! Come down, dear. Breakfast is ready."
That was Dewi Laksmi, his mother. A healer and guardian of sacred texts. Her face was gentle, yet her eyes held a deep intelligence and sorrow understood only by those who had truly lost.
In the main room, his father Raden Mahesa Wulung, a former royal warrior, lit incense before a shelf of ancient manuscripts.
"It feels near…" Mahesa murmured. "The sky is changing.
They know we have not submitted."
Aji didn't understand, but something in his small chest felt uneasy.
The morning sky now shimmered with a strange silver hue.
That evening, a giant black bird landed on their roof.
Tied to its leg was a letter sealed by the All Worlds Academy.
A Level Three Warning.
"Father… is this from them?" Aji asked.
Mahesa said nothing. He knew.
This wasn't a warning it was a verdict.
Night fell too quickly.
Far too quickly.
The sky above Panawung Village revealed no stars.
Only a single fracture in the eastern sky
from which three golden figures descended.
Messengers of the Gods.
"Raden Mahesa Wulung and family," their voices echoed without mouths,
"you have refused to bow before the divine order.
For the sake of All Worlds' balance, your existence will be erased."
Mahesa's ancestral kris trembled in its sheath.
He pulled Aji behind him.
"Listen carefully, Aji…" he whispered.
"Do not hate this world…
But never forget who twisted it into darkness."
A flash of light tore through the night.
The house was engulfed in flames within seconds.
Aji was thrown outside.
His mother shielded him with her body.
His grandfather uttered a final prayer before turning to ash.
And Aji could only watch.
Watch it all burn.
He awoke in the forest.
His small body bruised but alive.
Clutched tightly to his chest was a small kris wrapped in red silk:
Lung Geni, the Majapahit heirloom, given only to the rightful successor.
The wind fell silent.
The world held its breath.
Aji did not cry.
He understood…
This was the beginning.
All Worlds Academy.
That is where the gods forge their disciples.
That is where he would go.
And from within...
He would burn it all down.
To be continued...