At the very beginning, when there was nothingness, God created one sun and three worlds.
By divine will, God breathed life into the void. The sun shone into existence, and around it, in the same orbit, three planets were created.
The Realms of Consciousness
The Realms of Souls
The Realms of Life
To sustain these worlds, God created a sacred energy—the source of all existence. Mana—This energy had one purpose: to generate and maintain the lifeforce that flowed through all three realms.
From that energy, the races were born.
Then god made three Lords who ruled their domains. Peace reigned. Balance held.
For millennia, the three worlds existed in harmony.
Then came the Great War.
The Lords fell. The barriers weakened. And darkness—ancient, patient, hungry—began to seep through the cracks.
But soon they get a new life.
The worlds are the canvas of extremes: mysterious, gorgeous, and bloody, yet imbued with an underlying kindness and darkness.
Now, in the year 1922, in the nation of Penraven, on the highest landscape of Barniglos City, a mansion stands watch
The morning sun painted Jardin Paisible in gold and green.
The mansion rose three stories high, its ancient stone walls covered in climbing ivy and blooming roses. Stained glass windows caught the early light, scattering rainbows across marble floors inside. A fountain gurgled peacefully in the front courtyard, its crystal-clear water reflecting the cloudless sky.
Jardin Paisible — the Peaceful Garden.
It was more than just a mansion. It served as a rehabilitation centre, a therapy clinic, and most importantly, a home for seven orphaned children who had nowhere else to go.
Three siblings ran this paradise: Dr. Johan Bennet, Dr. Jennifer Bennet, and their younger brother Joseph.
But they were not ordinary doctors.
And this was no ordinary morning.
Two children are playing a game of chase near the fountain.
"Amili, did you hear that?" whispers a boy.
Amili, shading her eyes against the glare, frowns. "Yes. It sounds like someone is crying. It might be Evan. That kid scares himself just looking at his own shadow."
"No," the boy insisted, turning his head. "It's not a kid. That's a woman."
Amili shrugs, already turning back toward the house. "Ignore it. Just another one of Dr. Johan's abnormal patients, probably." " And there is my Check!"
"No, No, No, I can't lose by a girl 3 times in a row!"
Inside the mansion, however, things were far from peaceful.
Dr. Johan Bennet was seriously reconsidering his career choices.
The therapy room was designed to be calming—soft cushions, warm lighting, gentle colours. A place where patients could feel safe enough to open up about their deepest problems.
Right now, it felt more like a prison.
Emma Vance sat on the velvet couch, surrounded by what looked like an entire box of used tissues. Her orange dress was wrinkled from hours of anxious twisting. Tears ran down her cheeks.
She was twenty-four years old, a junior journalist, and—in Johan's professional opinion—completely delusional when it came to matters of the heart.
Specifically, his heart.
"What's wrong with me?" Emma sobbed, her voice cracking. "Why doesn't he love me back?"
Johan sat across from her in his chair, wearing an immaculate grey suit. At twenty-five, he was considered one of the most promising psychiatrists in Barniglos City. People called him the "Miracle Doctor" for his incredible success rate.
Right now, he looked like he wanted to throw himself out the window.
He took a deep, calming breath.
Johan, she's your patient. Stay professional. She's your patient.
"Emma," he began, his voice carefully controlled. "Let me explain what happened yesterday."
Emma looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, waiting for him to continue.
"You saw me walking down the street with a woman," Johan said slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "Without asking who she was, you immediately assumed I was romantically involved with her. Is that correct?"
"But you looked so happy together!" Emma wailed.
"You then," Johan continued, his jaw tightening slightly, "approached us from behind and slapped her across the face."
Emma's sobbing intensified.
"That woman," Johan pressed on, "was my twin sister. Dr. Jennifer Bennet. My sister, Emma. You started a public fight with my sister, and during the chaos, you also accidentally injured my best friend, Eloise."
"I didn't know—"
"After realising your mistake," Johan's professional mask began to slip, "you ran away in embarrassment. I thought that was the end of it. But then, this morning—now you come back—you came to my clinic as a patient and proposed marriage to him!"
He stood up abruptly, running both hands through his dark hair.
"What world are you living in, Emma? You are honestly the most confused and emotionally overwhelmed person I have ever met in my entire career!" His voice rose despite his best efforts. "When you start crying, you could give six-year-old Evan direct competition. And do you know what makes this even worse? You came here for a therapy session with the exact same person who just rejected your proposal an hour ago. That person is me!"
Emma just stared at him through her tears.
Johan caught himself. He closed his eyes and took several sharp breaths.
Professional. Stay professional. She's your patient.
When he opened his eyes again, his expression had completely transformed. That devastatingly gentle smile—the one that made patients feel safe and understood—had returned to his face. This face is also a favourite of many young ladies.
"Emma," he said softly. "Listen to me. You're a beautiful, intelligent, passionate woman. You have so much potential."
He paused, making sure she was listening.
"But I have responsibilities that I cannot abandon. I care for my twin sisters and my younger brother. I'm raising seven orphaned children who depend on me. I run this clinic to help people like you." His smile was kind but firm. "I simply don't have time for romance. And even if I did, the ethical boundaries between a therapist and patient can never be crossed."
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Please understand. This can never happen between us."
Emma looked into his eyes, and her expression went strangely blank.
She wasn't processing his words anymore—just the sound of his voice. That calm, soothing, perfectly controlled tone. Even his rejections sounded beautiful to her ears.
In her mind, she was already planning to come back tomorrow to hear him speak to her again.
The door suddenly burst open.
BANG.
"Johan! Did you buy the cake?"
Jennifer rushed into the room, looking frazzled and out of breath. She was identical to Johan in almost every way—same sharp facial features, same intelligent dark eyes, same air of quiet competence. But where Johan wore an immaculate grey suit, she had on practical medical scrubs, and her dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail.
Dr. Jennifer Bennet—Johan's twin sister.
Johan blinked. "What cake?"
Jennifer's eye twitched. "It's Joseph's birthday, Johan!"
"Oh." Johan's face went blank. "That's today?"
"'Oh?' That's all you have to say?!" Jennifer looked ready to strangle him. "Our little brother's fifteenth birthday, and you completely forgot?"
"To be fair," Johan said defensively, "Joseph never remembers his own birthday either."
"That's not the point!"
Emma suddenly sprang from the couch as if electrocuted by the tension in the room. She threw her arms around Jennifer in a crushing hug.
"I'm so, so sorry about yesterday!" Emma cried. "I was horrible! I'm a terrible person! Please, please forgive me!"
Jennifer stood stiffly in the embrace, her eye twitching violently.
She's our patient, Jennifer chanted mentally. Can't slap patients. Absolutely cannot slap patients. Professional behaviour. She's our patient.
"It's fine, Emma," Jennifer said through gritted teeth, awkwardly patting the other woman's back. "When I found out it was you who hit me, I wasn't even surprised. I forgive you completely. Everything's fine."
She gently extracted herself from Emma's grip.
"Now, where is Joseph? Is he home? Did he skip school today?"
"He went to school," Johan answered. "Like always."
"Then we'll surprise him when he gets back!" Jennifer's expression shifted to determination. She grabbed both Johan and Emma by their arms and physically began dragging them toward the door. "Come on! We need to get a cake from the bakery right now! We have to set everything up before Joseph comes home!"
"Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer, I can walk on my own—"
"No time for walking! We're already late!"
As Jennifer hauled them both through the doorway, Johan called out to the children still playing in the garden:
"Hey, everyone! Today is Joseph's birthday!"
A chorus of excited young voices erupted in response.
Within seconds, all seven children were rushing toward the front gate, already buzzing with plans for the surprise party.
Across the city, in a completely different world, fifteen-year-old Joseph Bennet sat by his classroom window.
Barniglos Academy was the most prestigious school in the city. Only the brightest students gained admission. The building itself was impressive—tall stone walls, arched windows, perfectly manicured grounds.
Joseph wore the school's blue uniform with his usual precision. Square glasses perched on his eyes. While other students around him whispered and gossiped about weekend plans and romantic drama, Joseph remained silent.
Watching.
Analyzing.
Absorbing everything.
He was brilliant—everyone in the school knew it. Top marks in every single subject. Able to memorise entire textbooks after reading them once. Teachers called him a prodigy. His mother was an artist, which is why students were always interested in him and his family.
Joseph just called himself curious.
His mind worked differently from others. Where most people saw random events, Joseph saw patterns. Where others accepted information at face value, Joseph questioned everything.
And lately, something had been deeply bothering him.
At the front of the classroom, the history teacher droned on in a monotone voice that could put an insomniac to sleep.
"God created three worlds to maintain the cycle of existence," she recited mechanically. "The World of Knowledge, where we mortals live. The World of Souls, which is hell. And the World of Life, where divine creatures once dwelled, is now extinct."
Joseph frowned, his pen stopping mid-note.
That wasn't what the textbook said last month.
"Only our world—the World of Knowledge—is suitable for mortal human habitation," the teacher continued. "The other two worlds are too dangerous for our kind."
Joseph's frown deepened.
Last month, the government-issued textbook had claimed that all three worlds could theoretically support human life. In the month before that, it said that the living world was still filled with divine beings.
Now, suddenly, the divine beings were extinct? And only one world was habitable?
Behind him, two students whispered:
"The government changed the curriculum again."
"Again? That's the third time this month!"
"I didn't even buy the new textbook. What's the point if they keep changing it?"
Joseph's analytical mind raced through the implications.
Why do they keep changing the official history? What are they hiding? What's the real truth about the three worlds?
The teacher seemed oblivious to her students' confusion. She continued reading from her notes:
"After the Great War, the divine beings of the World of Life went extinct. The Three Lords who once ruled the realms have vanished. We now live in an age of human independence, free from the tyranny of—"
A scream shattered the lesson.
"No! Anni, don't do this! ANNI!"
The voice came from directly above—from the rooftop
Joseph's head whipped toward the window.
Time seemed to slow down.
A girl fell past his window—tumbling through the air in slow motion. Her arms weren't flailing. Her body wasn't trying to catch itself. She simply fell, resigned and peaceful, as if she'd already accepted death.
For one impossible, terrifying moment, Joseph felt what she felt.
Not just sympathy. Not just imagination.
He experienced her emotions as if they were his own.
The crushing weight of hopelessness made every breath painful.
The deep, aching despair that turned death into mercy.
The desperate wish for everything to just end.
I don't want to live in this world anymore.
The sensation vanished as quickly as it came.
THUD.
The sound of impact echoed across the courtyard.
For one heartbeat, there was absolute silence.
Then chaos exploded.
Students rushed to the windows, screaming and pointing. Teachers ran toward the scene, shouting orders over the panicked noise. Someone was crying. Someone was shocked by that.
Joseph sat frozen in his seat, his hands trembling on his desk.
What just happened to me?
His analytical mind struggled desperately to make sense of what he'd experienced.
I felt her emotions. That's impossible. Human brains don't work that way. There's no scientific mechanism for direct emotional transference. Unless... unless I'm having some kind of breakdown. Unless there's something seriously wrong with me.
He forced himself to look down at the courtyard.
The girl lay motionless on the pavement. Blood spread around her head in a dark, growing pool. Her eyes were open, staring up at the sky without seeing anything.
Individuals on the ground floor hastened toward her.
Joseph had to understand what had just happened to him—and to that girl.
Something in his chest told him that this moment, this terrible morning, was about to change everything.
He just didn't know how right he was.