Nobody knew, where that horrible news came. The fall of Padmaloka, the death of the great creator. The prologue of chaotic symphonies all over three realms.
Padmaloka, the realm that oversaw all realms, collapsed hundreds of centuries ago with no warning. Many experts and masters from three realms came to seek the truth.
But what they found? A broken great gate, the only gate to entering Padmaloka.
They waited there cautiously for a century full, before one by one left in with their own preoccupied mind.
A century later a great war broke out within nine underworlds, a year later the similar situation happened in nine heavens.
The last nine worlds seem crushed like an ant trapped in the middle of two great elephant fight.
Kingdoms fall, empires wiped. The lands, seas, and sky changed their ownership from one to others. Many great souls fall, whether from defending their homelands or in achieving their great ambitions.
Those who sought peace retreated to the fifth great world, swore to each other that they would become brothers and sisters to protect the last stronghold where the chaos of three realms shall never set its feet.
The four upper great worlds fallen the nine heavens influences, while the four lower great worlds into the nine underworlds influences.
These hundreds of centuries became an important note in three realms history. Never anything like this happened.
From the survivor of great experts, sages, deities, gods, devils, and demons, they knew something is mostly a certainty, that the great creator has died. Otherwise, how can he let his three realms fallen into chaos?
Some sighed helplessly, lamented the past.
Some worried about what the future hold for them their close ones.
Some planned on what to achieve near and far
But most, to the common people, those who knew nothing beyond the little lands where they breathe, eat and sleep, nothing really matters at all.
There are many places that not directly impacted, or at least already came back to their stability. And many such places are in the fifth great world, which comprises three thousand small worlds between.
They call one of those small worlds Edwena, where almost eighty percent of its surface
But many centuries before, there was only one great empire, the Great Edwena Empire, which already fallen and long lost in the river of time. That is why, this world called till today, still called, the Edwena.
When I arrived above Edwena, I saw many things. There are joys, happiness, sadness, guilt, ambition, passion, anger, remorse, and so on. They made the color of many lives and many souls, from the humblest ones to those whose arrogance reach the clouds.
‘Eeea… it’s not so bad.’
I looked around again until…
‘Ah that place, what a tragedy, but what a passion and compassion.’
I looked back the token of three realms in my hand.
‘So be it, once I wield the power above the creator
I make a tiny magical seal above the Edwena.
‘This would be enough, it would not funny when
My body of conscience merge with natural and mysterious laws of the three realms, and a ray of nothingness shooting down to a small kingdom.
The nine stars shined brightly above the three realms, a cry of a baby could