In Balas Rubies, the skies were never silent.

Jet engines roared like beasts. Smoke curled through blood-orange clouds. Emberglass towers clawed at the heavens. The city pulsed with motion, fury, and fire—always pushing forward, never looking back.

But in the eye of the storm walked a girl named Yi Lan, quiet as falling feathers.

Yi Lan belonged to an ancient lineage, the Cranes.

Graceful. Precise. Rare.

In a world ruled by demons and powered by tech, the Cranes lived high above the chaos, their culture rooted in balance, memory, and movement. It was said that when a crane died, their soul became wind, watching the world in silence until reborn.

Her parents, founders of Feather Airlines, had turned their natural gifts into an empire. Their jets glided like wings. Feather Airlines ruled the skies. And then… they vanished.

A rejected deal with the Governor of Wrath. An explosion at the central airbase. Disappeared. No bodies. 

No closure. Just flames and silence.

Yi Lan never wept. She folded grief into precision. Anger into knowledge. She memorized every jet design her parents left behind, studied Fennu’s city like a puzzle, and trained herself in secret.

Emberglass Tower glowed like molten bone, pulsing with heat and rage. Yi Lan entered alone. At the tower’s peak, Fennu waited. Red robes. Firelight eyes. A voice like thunder on the edge of control.

“I remember your parents,” he said, circling her. “The Cranes. Always so proud. So silent. But your wings burned like the rest.”

She said nothing. He laughed. “Still quiet? Like your parents?”

Yi Lan’s fingers twitched.

“You killed them,” she said calmly, hiding the knife behind her back.  Fennu smiled darkly. “I can see the knife. You want revenge? You are too weak!” 

With a scream of air and light, she dove at him, twisting mid-flight, wind blades spinning from her fingertips. She spun in a spiral, slicing toward his chest. Fennu raised a gauntlet of fire, blocking the strike with molten force.

Steel hissed as it met flame.

Yi Lan flew back, circled, and struck again. Faster this time

Wrath yells, “You’re stronger than your parents.”

Wrath staggered, roaring as he turned and caught her wrist mid-strike. His grip seared her skin. But she didn’t scream.

Instead, she let the pain fuel her. She twisted in his grip, summoned a burst of compressed air, and blew them both apart. They collided midair, her wings slicing, his fists burning. The sky lit with their fury.

But Fennu… was no ordinary demon. He was rage made flesh. And he had been holding back.

Fennu’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Then let’s see if the wind will save you.” Before Yi Lan could react, he reached out with a sudden movement, pushing her hard in the chest. She stumbled, gasping, as the ground beneath her feet gave way. He rips off her wings. 

Time seemed too slow as she fell.

The world around her blurred, spinning like a broken wheel. The wind rushed past her ears with a deafening roar. The ground below her, had pull her down with an inevitable pull, gravity’s cruel embrace.

“I’m going to die” Yi Lan thought in a split second.

Her body was weightless, her mind racing, but there was no way to stop it. Then, as if in answer to her despair, the wind… responded.

It wasn’t the usual tug of air, the usual pressure. It was more. It was power. Her power. The same force that had followed her all her life, the same element that ran through her blood, the same wind that whispered to her in the night.

The air around her thickened like a blanket of feathers, catching her with invisible hands, guiding her downward, slowing her descent.

Yi Lan opened her arms, letting the wind lift her, as if her very spirit had become one with the sky. The wind obeyed, bending around her, guiding her down toward safety.

With a thud, she landed lightly on a rooftop, barely feeling the impact as the air softened her fall. She stood, trembling only slightly, her heart still hammering in her chest.

The Emberglass Tower loomed in the distance, Fennu’s shadow still stretching across the city, but Yi Lan was already gone. The wind had carried her away.

Yi Lan lay on the dirty, paved street, 

Blood soaked her back—thick, dark, and warm. But it was the silence she noticed first. The wind… was gone. She tried to move. Agony ripped through her spine. Her hand reached behind her, trembling. Her fingers touched nothing. No feathers. No wings. Her breath caught.

Then she remembered.

The moment burned into her mind. Fennu, towering over her, fire dripping from his hands like blood. Her wings had flared, a final desperate strike. And he had grabbed them, gripped them like a cruel god and ripped them from her back.

The wind had once danced at her fingertips. It had carried her through battle, whispered comfort in her darkest hours, reminded her of who she was. But now… it mourned her. It no longer answered.

It was an old mechanic from her parents’ company who found her. His name was Uncle Duen, though they weren’t related and he is human. He used to say the cranes saved his life once, and that made them family. He took her in, silent and shaking, and hid her away. They ran to Helios Solis. Uncle Duen knew Fennu was out for Yi Lan. She did not look back.

He and Yi Lan moved swiftly through the city, blending into the shadows.

She had to escape. She had to survive. And she had to grow stronger. The answer was to go to Helios Solis. Helios Solis,the city of light, the hub of knowledge and progress.  It was a place where she could disappear, where no one would ask questions. It was also a place where she could learn, enroll in the prestigious Sun School. Learn how to call the wind back and learn how to defect him.  She could no longer fly. But she would rise. She would rebuild her wings whether of metal, magic, or something no one had seen before. She would make the skies remember her name.

And when she stood before Fennu once more…

The crisp autumn wind swept across the training grounds, rustling the trees that surrounded the secluded temple where Kai Lu had spent most of his life. The soft thud of his boots against the dirt path was the only sound that accompanied him as he approached the archery range.

Kai Lu had been raised in the quiet shadows of the temple by Hou Yi, a man with no claim to great power, at least not anymore. Though Hou Yi was once a revered immortal, he was no longer the legendary figure he had once been. Instead, he had lived out the centuries as a quiet observer, a teacher, and a father figure.

The man who had taught him everything he knew about archery, combat, and discipline. The man who had, for reasons Kai never fully understood, took him in as a child and taught him the ways. The world of immortals and deities was just a backdrop to his childhood.

“You’re destined for greatness,” Hou Yi had said countless times, his voice warm with encouragement. “It’s in your blood. You just need to awaken it.”

Kai had never taken those words seriously. They were just praise from a mentor who saw more in him than he felt was there. After all, what was he, but a human boy raised by an immortal archer. Surely greatness wasn’t something that was meant for someone like him.

But everything had begun to change during freshman year of the sports festival at Sun School.

Kai had been there to compete, just like the other students. He had never been one to show off, never craved attention. His focus had always been on the bow. There, amid the hustle and bustle of the festival, he had picked up his bow to demonstrate his skill in front of a crowd.

His hands were steady as ever, his posture flawless, and when he released the arrow, it was as if time itself had bent. It was faster than light. The trajectory was flawless, the energy vibrating around him, no one had seen it, not at first. Not even Kai himself. The only thing that mattered was that his arrow hit its mark with perfect precision.

The crowd was silent for only a moment before an eruption of whispers began. Eyes widened as students gaped in disbelief. Kai blinked in confusion, his gaze darting around at the murmurs of astonishment. Something had changed. His body felt… different. Something within him was stirring.

The light had been subtle—flickers of glowing energy that clung to his form in the instant he released the string. At first, it was imperceptible, almost like a trick of the eye, but it was there. A flash, a ripple, a glow. His arrows had been faster than anyone thought possible, and no one could explain the strange, radiant energy that had accompanied his shot.

Later that evening, as he sat alone on the roof of the school, his thoughts turned inward, and the light within him pulsed. It was as though it had been lying dormant, waiting for this moment. Kai felt it now, a burning sensation deep in his chest, as if something powerful was awakening inside him, something that hadn’t been there before.

His mind flashed back to Hou Yi’s words. “Destined for greatness.” It had always been a phrase he dismissed. But now, as the light shimmered around him, glowing faintly beneath his skin, he could feel the truth in those words.

The next morning, as he trained with Hou Yi, the immortal noticed the flickers of energy as well. His sharp eyes caught the faint glow in Kai’s movements, and his expression softened into something akin to pride.

“You felt it, didn’t you?” Hou Yi asked, his voice low but filled with understanding.

Hou Yi gave a small smile, his eyes full of affection. “It’s not something to control, Kai. It’s something you must embrace. You’ve always had it within you, this connection to the divine. It’s a gift. 

Hou Yi placed a hand on Kai’s shoulder. ” It’s not something I could prepare you for. Your path is yours to walk. What I could teach you were the ways of the bow, the art of discipline. The rest… that is something you must discover for yourself.”

He had no idea who his real parents were or where he came from. The only truth he had known was that he was raised by Hou Yi.

But now, something was shifting. His identity, his destiny, was no longer clear. The world he thought he understood was crumbling around him.

His path was far from simple but one that he wasn’t yet ready to walk. 

In the stillness of the night, when the city’s hum softened to a quiet whisper, the alleyway between two old buildings came alive with shadows. A puppet show of impossible beauty danced across the brick walls, shadow figures twisting and leaping in the glow of the lamplight, telling stories of forgotten kingdoms, heroes, and legends.

But there was no one there to applaud. No one to cheer . No one to watch.

For though the puppet show was beautiful, though the shadows spun stories that made hearts race and eyes widen, the creator of those shadows was invisible to all who passed by.

Anan, the gui, stood alone in the alley, his hands gracefully moving through the darkness, shaping the light and shadow into delicate, intricate figures. A shadowed lion leaped across the wall. A mighty warrior raised his sword. A princess twirled in the moonlight. 

He loved the joy his shows brought. When the humans wandered through the alley, their faces lighting up at the spectacle, he could feel their wonder, their smiles, their laughter. He could sense it, hear it in the silent air, like a distant echo that slipped through his fingers every time he tried to reach for it.

They only saw the puppets. The shadows. The stories.

Anan’s heart, if such a thing still existed in his ghostly form, ached with the weight of that truth. His hands moved more swiftly, more desperately, as the puppets moved and twisted on the walls. He poured all his longing, all his emotions, into the shadows. Maybe this time, he would catch their attention. Maybe this time, someone would stop and notice him. Maybe, just maybe, someone would see the boy behind the show.

Sometimes, after the performance, Anan would stand still, watching the passersby drift away, too absorbed in their own lives to look his way. He would watch them talk to one another, laugh, share stories, while he remained a shadow, just another flicker in the corner of their eyes.

The city moved around him, busy, unaware. He had tried everything. He danced in the moonlight, made the shadows twist into shapes so beautiful they took on a life of their own, even projected stories onto the walls that could make children laugh and old men weep. But it was all for nothing.

Anan knew the truth. He was dead. He was a gui, lingering between the world of the living and the dead, caught in the space between. He died at the age of 5 but had never been given a proper burial. No one had said prayers for him and no rites had been performed to send him to the afterlife. His body had been left in a forgotten corner of the city, his spirit lingering in limbo, unable to move on.

But tonight was different.

A group of children wandered down the alley, laughing and chattering among themselves. They had seen the flicker of shadows and, as children often did, they were drawn to it. The shadows on the wall twisted into a magnificent dragon, its wings unfurling with grace. The children gasped, their eyes wide with wonder.

“Look!” one of the boys said, pointing at the dragon. “It’s like magic!”

Another child giggled. “Can you see that?”

They crowded together, watching the show, their eyes fixed on the flickering shadows as they leapt across the wall.

The children clapped, their laughter ringing through the alley. One girl jumped up, her face alight with joy. “Do it again! Can you make a castle?” she asked eagerly.

Anan smiled, a flicker of warmth that passed through the shadows. He raised his hands, and the shadows stretched into a grand, towering castle, its silhouette rising against the alley walls. The children gasped again, their faces filled with awe.

“Yes! Yes, please, make more!” a boy shouted, grinning.

And for the first time, Anan felt seen. Not as a boy, not as a ghost, but as a creator, a bringer of joy. The children were enchanted by his work. They were here. They noticed. They were happy because of him.

But the moment passed quickly, as all moments do. The children eventually left, their laughter fading into the distance. Anan remained, standing in the alley, alone once more.

But tonight, it didn’t feel as empty.

For one brief moment, someone had seen him. And in that, there was a glimmer of hope.

He would keep going. He would keep performing. For as long as he could, he would make his shadows dance.

Perhaps one day, someone would finally see him not just his puppets, but him. And when that day came, maybe it would be the day he could finally rest.

Li Yun had always lived life on the edge. Reckless, unpredictable, and always chasing the thrill, he wasn’t the kind of kid to follow anyone’s rules. He didn’t care about school or expectations. The only thing that mattered was the next rush, the next risk.

At sixteen, Li Yun had figured out the trick to surviving the chaos: you either made your own rules, or you didn’t play at all.

And then, everything changed the day he found the relic.

It had been just another dare, another gamble. The rumors had floated through the city, passed from one shadowy figure to the next. A powerful scroll, lost in the hidden corners of the city. li Yun didn’t understand what this magical thing is other than it being a piece of paper.  But power? Power was something Yun understood. If the relic could give him that, then it was worth a shot.

So, he stole it. It wasn’t even hard. The scroll was tucked away in an old shrine, a forgotten relic of a long-gone age. Written on it “fengshenbang”. When  Li Yun touched it, he didn’t feel anything magical. No light, no shimmer, no sudden flash of insight. He slipped it into his pocket, took it home, and figured he’d sell it for a quick buck. 

That’s when the curse hit him.

It didn’t announce itself like some grand evil force. No ominous storm. No supernatural warning. It just happened when he saw a stranger on the street. Something in his mind told him, that guy is going to have his heart broken, tell him. And when the words came out of his mouth, something inside him twisted. A voice, faint but unmistakable, whispered in his mind: You can only tell part of the truth. He told him and the next day, he saw the same stranger. The stranger thanked him for the warning as he said his wife was filing for divorce. 

Li Yun realized this was his golden opportunity. Every time Li Yun spoke a prophecy, some of them were true. The rest? Lies. Half-truths. And worst of all? Baizes has no control over which part was real. One moment, he’d say something that sounded like a promise of success, only for everything to crumble. The next, he’d give a bleak prediction, and it would come true in the worst possible way. He couldn’t stop it.

He didn’t know why it was happening. Didn’t understand it. All he knew was that this relic was to blame. The worst part of it is he can’t even open to see what’s written in the scroll. 

But Li Yun wasn’t about to let that stop him. The curse was just another risk. Another game. And he could still win. So, he turned his curse into a business.

Li Yun set up shop on a busy street corner, calling out to naive humans who passed by, offering them prophecies, the same way he had been giving them for free. Only now, he charged for them. “Want to know your future?” he’d ask, with that same carefree grin that had always gotten him what he wanted.

It wasn’t the easiest hustle, but it worked. People lined up for the chance to hear what the universe had to say.  Li Yun gave them just enough to keep them coming back. Business has been rough but hey at least the prophecies that were true, those customers keep entertaining his business. That’s how he made money, not good money though, he lost customers he grains some. 

Li Yun had no idea why the curse had been placed on him. What he did know was that something was wrong, something bigger than him. He wasn’t in control anymore. The relic had made sure of that. But then, nothing about Li Yun’s life had ever been about control.

What really started to mess with his head, though, was something he couldn’t shake: the knowledge that he was a Baize. Creatures of his kind were to serve as divine texts warning people of a calamity incoming or a sign of a leader dying or when one arrived.

But  Li Yun didn’t know which. He didn’t know if he was the sign that the world was going to fall, if the world was about to lose a leader, or if he was here to herald the arrival of a new leader. 

He wasn’t like the gods. He wasn’t the product of ancient rituals or divine planning. He was just there. He didn’t understand why he existed or what his purpose was. He only knew that he had a role to play in something huge. And the worst part was, he didn’t have a clue which side he was on.

It wasn’t like he could ask anyone. There were only a few baizes scattered around the map, taking on other identities. Avoiding the Governors.

He didn’t even have control of his own fate. If Li Yun was here for the arrival of someone important, maybe it was time he started figuring out what he was supposed to do.

Until then, though, he will keep playing the game, keep giving out his random prophecies, and keep living on the edge. After all, life was a gamble, and Li Yun was betting all in.

Commander. A label that draped itself over Shuxian like a mantle woven from the threads of her family’s expectations, its ancient bloodlines, and the weight of a legacy far too heavy for her sixteen-year-old shoulders.

She had never asked for it. Never sought it. Yet it had been thrust upon her, carved into her identity by the hands of those who believed they knew what was best for her.

Long Shuxian, born into a name synonymous with power, wealth, and ancient forces that ruled not just companies but the very fabric of the world. long Industries, a company that reached its claws into everyone’s life.  Long Industries, a company everyone knows and every month, people submit a payment to them. Long Industries is the world leading empire of supplying water and electricity to every corner of the Jadeite. In simple words, they were the moguls of water and electricity, And Shuxian, despite her youth, was expected to rise as its heir. 

Her father, Long Chen, the great patriarch, had been her hero once, before betrayal had shattered the fragile image she held of him. Before his affair with his secretary had torn apart their family’s delicate fabric, leaving nothing behind but shards of broken trust. His second marriage to his cold-blooded wife had only deepened the rift.

And with that marriage, Shuxian’s place in her father’s eyes had shifted from the crown princess to someone less important, less worthy.

Her stepmother had borne two sons, twins who were dragons, but not quite. Half-dragon, half-snake.

Her father’s preference for his real heirs wasn’t just because they were male, although that played a part. No, it was something deeper, something that echoed in the hollow chambers of his heart. Shuxian’s father was a man built on an old, dusty system, a system where only men were worthy of ruling, of carrying the weight of power, of sitting in the seat of authority. Her purity of blood, her connection to the ancient dragons, was meaningless next to the fact that her half-brothers were born with the right gender.

She was a woman. A girl. Not worthy of greatness.

And yet, Grandfather Long, her paternal  grandfather, the last true patriarch of the family’s legacy saw things differently. To him, Shuxian was the true heir, the last of the pureblood dragons whose power was untainted by outside forces.

Shuxian’s power was water control. The ability to summon rains or command rivers, but also the ability to bend the very essence of nature to her will. It was the power of adaptability, of fluidity, of change. Water could shape the land, reshape the world itself. 

Her powers were not a blessing, but a burden, a reminder of what she was. And the more she tried to control it, the more it spiraled out of her grasp.

Shuxian’s gaze wandered to the window where the night sky stretched, dark and infinite, like a canvas waiting to be painted with stars. The soft patter of rain against the glass brought a small measure of comfort, though even that comfort was fleeting.

Her family’s empire loomed just beyond the horizon. Long Industries. Her legacy. Her prison. Her father plans for her to marry into another dragon line to increase the forces of the dragons. 

In every corner of her life, her fate was decided before she was even born. There was no escaping it. She had been born to lead, to command, to carry the weight of a thousand years of dragon history. But Shuxian was not sure if she wanted to carry it anymore.

The dragons were not meant to be tied down, they never were. They were fierce creatures with a divine identity not even the gods or governors could touch them. Nowadays, with the unstableness of the celestial network, the dragons are coming up on top. 

Her father saw an opportunity waiting for the dragons. Waiting to creep their little claws on to the necks of the gods and governors, demanding power that were meant for them throughout history. 

The world outside her window was vast, wild, untamed, free. But the walls of her father’s mansion closed in tighter with each passing day.

She could command the oceans, but could she command her fate?

Jadeite is a world sculpted in the shape of a lotus flower. Six cities sit in the heart of each petal. There are ruled by those who called the Governors.

At the center of Jadeite lies Helios Solis, a city renowned for its innovation, energy, and forward-thinking progress. Helios Solis is the heart of the world, gleaming with technological advancements and intellectual discovery, yet its greatest secret remains hidden from the everyday citizens. Tall, awe-inspiring skyscrapers house cutting-edge universities, research centers, and interactive libraries. These buildings are designed with sleek, futuristic technology, each one humming with the promise of new discoveries.

 The prestigious Sun School is the pinnacle of education in Jadeite, with its grand halls and modern facilities where students of supernatural blood, learn to harness both ancient wisdom and supernatural powers. The school is funded by the support of Long Industries, and the teachings of Li Bai, exclusive to Sun School. The students are trained in both magical and scientific disciplines, preparing them for roles as the next generation of supernatural beings. Despite its profound influence, Helios Solis maintains the illusion of being a city dedicated solely to innovation and progress. Most humans are unaware of the supernatural forces at play.  

Demon Lord of Pride, Zihao, holds the highest political power in Jadeite, serving as its president. While the other Demon Lords rule their respective cities, the Demon Lord of Pride sits at the center, overseeing the entire world with an iron will and a lofty sense of superiority. As president, the Demon Lord of Pride governs all aspects of Jadeite’s political system, managing relationships between the cities and the laws that guide the land. the Demon Lord of Pride’s influence that determines the strategic direction and ultimate governance of Jadeite. Known for their overwhelming self-confidence and commanding presence, the Demon Lord of Pride is celebrated as a symbol of authority and perfection. 

Lazulite, the first petal-city of Jadeite, is a vast maritime hub where life revolves around the water. Built upon an interconnected network of floating platforms, docks, and submersible structures, the city thrives as a center for trade, fishing, and marine innovation.The city’s core consists of interlinked islands, some natural and others manmade. Elegant bridges connect the districts, while solar-powered wave turbines generate energy from the ocean currents.The harbors are filled with bustling markets where merchants sell fresh seafood, exotic imports, and high-tech maritime gear. The people of Lazulite are skilled sailors, navigators, and marine engineers. Many families own boats, using them for both work and daily life. Long Industries is the largest supplier of water and electricity in Jadeite, with its headquarters stationed in Lazulite. The company operates massive hydroelectric plants, tidal energy converters, and desalination facilities, ensuring the steady flow of power and clean water throughout the lotus flower. 

  Pearl Eclipse, the second petal-city of Jadeite, is a dazzling metropolis dedicated to commerce, luxury, and entertainment. Renowned for its grand shopping malls, high-end commercial centers, and diverse culinary scene, the city serves as the beating heart of trade and leisure in Jadeite.Towering retail complexes dominate the skyline, offering everything from high fashion and technology to artisan crafts and exotic goods.Elevated walkways lined with digital billboards connect major shopping districts, leading to theaters, concert halls, and gaming arenas.A blend of gourmet restaurants, vibrant street food markets, and international cuisine hubs make Pearl Eclipse the ultimate destination for food lovers. Luxury hotels, beachside resorts, and floating cafes create a scenic backdrop along the city’s pristine waterfront areas. The Demon Lord of Gluttony, Chaizui,  rules over Pearl Eclipse, feeding off the city’s culture of indulgence, excess, and consumerism. Their influence manifests in the city’s obsession with luxury, never-ending feasts, and the insatiable hunger for more—whether it be food, wealth, or entertainment.

Amethyst Clave, the third petal-city of Jadeite, is a vibrant city where art and creativity shape every part of life. Ruled by the Demon Lord of Lust, Yu Wang,  the city’s influence is centered around the joy of making and experiencing beautiful things, from paintings and sculptures to music and dance. Large, beautiful art museums fill the city, showcasing stunning paintings, sculptures, and interactive art that people of all ages can enjoy. The galleries are designed to make visitors feel like they’re stepping into the artwork itself. Amethyst Clave’s streets are lined with colorful murals and statues of mythical creatures, famous artists, and nature, turning every corner into a masterpiece.The gardens are filled with blooming flowers and plants, providing inspiration for artists and a peaceful retreat for the city’s residents. People can wander through these gardens to relax or find new ideas for their art. A central area for children and families, where local actors put on fun performances, plays, and puppet shows. Everyone is encouraged to participate in the act of creating art through singing, dancing, or acting.

In Balas Rubies, the fourth petal, holds Feather Airlines, the largest and most influential airline company in Jadeite. Balas Rubies isn’t just a city of industrial power and military power; it’s also a place where aerial innovation plays a key role in the city’s commerce, transportation, and even conflict.The central hub for Feather Airlines, a sprawling facility located in the heart of the city. This headquarters is where the city’s state-of-the-art aircraft are designed, maintained, and launched. The headquarters features vast hangars, sleek runways, and advanced technology that powers the city’s travel industry. the Forge of Fury, a massive industrial complex where the city’s strongest products and weapons are made. The forge is constantly ablaze, with molten metal flowing and tools striking with force. This powerful, vibrant energy fuels the city’s unyielding spirit.The War Grounds – A large, open arena where citizens and workers engage in fierce competitions, from physical contests to combat simulations. The War Grounds serve as both entertainment and a way for the city’s residents to prove their strength, competing for power, respect, and status.Emberglass tower – The home of the Demon Lord of Wrath,Fennu,  a towering citadel of obsidian and stone. This structure is designed to intimidate, with sharp angles and a dark, imposing presence that reflects the lord’s fury.
Many individuals in Balas Rubies work as mercenaries or bodyguards, offering their strength and skill to the highest bidder. Conflict, whether in the form of military engagements or personal disputes, drives the market for mercenaries and security services in the city.

Chrysolite, the fifth petal of Jadeite, is a desolate, fading city ruled by the Demon Lord of Sloth, Lan San.  Once a place of great promise and potential, it has now become a symbol of stagnation and decay, with few residents left to inhabit its vast, empty spaces. The city is marked by an overwhelming sense of inactivity, where the weight of her rule has caused even the most vital aspects of life to wither away.Once a symbol of prosperity, the Oasis District now barely survives. The once-thriving water sources have become polluted and unreliable, and the once-lush greenery has turned to dry, cracked earth. The oasis serves as a reminder of what Chrysolite could have been, but now it stands as a barren wasteland. The Sandstone Temples, once centers of culture and trade, are now eerily quiet. Their grand structures lie empty and neglected, with their walls slowly eroding due to the sandstorms that frequent the desert. 

Obsidian Nocturne, the sixth petal, is a realm of shadow and intrigue. Cloaked in perpetual twilight, rarely visited by anyone.  This region is the home base of the Demon lords, to spies, mercenaries, and covert organizations. Information is currency here, and the people of Obsidian Nocturne are adept at manipulating and controlling data in ways that remain hidden from the rest of Jadeite. Espionage and hacking dealings define the lifestyle here.

Beneath the petals, the stem of the flower is called Yama Database, the underworld of Jadeite. This sprawling, high-tech network connects all of Jadeite, serving as the backbone for data storage, digital archives, and the world’s most secret and vital information. It is a place where forbidden knowledge and the ancient codes of Jadeite are kept because it stores the secrets of the dead. As people died, they digitized into this database, where karma scores are given and they are sent to their next life. 

The world was not as it seemed. Beneath the digital glow of everyday life, behind the hum of technology, and hidden in the dark corners of cities, ancient gods, spirits, and supernatural beings continued to weave their influence. To most, these beings were little more than myths, relics of a forgotten time. But in certain places, they were very real, tangible, powerful, and intertwined with the fabric of the modern world.

In the age of skyscrapers and smartphones, the ancient gods had adapted, hiding in plain sight, their existence obscured by the bright facade of the digital age. Some had learned to blend into the chaos of modern life, adopting avatars, icons, and even corporate identities to survive in an ever-changing world. The Jade Emperor, once the ruler of the heavens, now resided in a vast, virtual network that spanned the globe sprawling, interconnected system of data where immortals and gods met through Zoom calls and shared digital spaces..

Belief has always been the lifeblood of the gods. As long as humanity revered them, the gods’ power thrived. But as society grew more secular, more connected, the belief in the  gods began to fade. The faith that once built their powerhouses eroded, leaving many gods weaker than they had ever been. However, belief still held the key to their strength, and many deities had found ways to adapt to the changing times. For some gods, the fading faith of the masses was a source of frustration, but for others, it was simply a matter of finding new avenues to thrive.

While many gods were weakening, others had cleverly woven themselves into the fabric of modern life. These gods no longer demanded worship in the traditional sense; instead, they thrived as experts in their fields. Their power now came not from temples or rituals, but from the trust and admiration people had in their specialized knowledge and abilities. . Mazu, the saint of the seas, still commanded the devotion of sailors and fishermen, but her influence had expanded, now guiding global shipping industries and trade networks.

Zao Wang Ye, the King of Kitchens, had become a culinary icon, his name synonymous with high cuisine and elite restaurant empires. As the Gordon Ramsay of the modern world, his power and prestige came not from divine rituals, but from his unrivaled mastery in the kitchen. Gods like him understood the world had changed. They had adapted, becoming experts in the very fields they once ruled. In doing so, they not only survived, but thrived, turning their divine energy into worldly success.

However, not all gods had been so fortunate. There gods who had failed to adapt found themselves fading into obscurity, their divine essence growing weak with each passing day.

While some gods clung to the belief that humanity should return to its ancient roots, others saw the shifting tides of society as an opportunity to reshape their roles. Yet, as belief in the old ways dwindled, something darker began to rise. The demons, those powerful, malevolent beings that thrived on human sin and fear and fed off the insecurity and resentment of the fallen gods. Disguised as ordinary people, the demons walked among the living, their influence subtle but ever-growing. The Seven Lords of Sin, each representing one of the seven deadly sins, grew in strength as humanity’s vices festered. Their grip on the world grew stronger.

In the shadows of this hidden war, there were those who fought to maintain balance: the Hunters. These humans, plugged into the spiritual network, had made it their mission to deal with the supernatural in secret, working with the gods to resolve conflicts and protect the mortal world from the chaos that could ensue. Using a blend of ancient rituals and modern technology, the Hunters tracked down malevolent spirits, demons, and rogue deities that slipped through the cracks of the modern world. 

The gods had been a part of human civilization for millennia, but now they were struggling to adapt. Some had embraced the digital age and modern culture; others clung to their ancient ways, furious at the changes that had come. The veil between the supernatural and the mundane was thinning, and when it finally tore, the world would never be the same.