Eiwa 1 – History of Chaos in Three Realms

Nobody knew, where that dreadful news came. The collapse of Padmaloka, the death of the great creator. The prelude of chaotic symphonies all over three domains.

Padmaloka, the domain that oversaw all worlds, collapsed hundreds of centuries ago with no warning. Many experts and masters from three realms came to investigate the truth.

But what they found? A broken great gate, the sole doorway to entering Padmaloka.

They stayed there cautiously for a century full, before one by one withdrawn in with their own preoccupied mind.

A century later a huge war burst out within nine underworlds, a period afterward the identical case cropped up in nine heavens.

The last nine worlds seem crushed like an ant trapped in the center of two enormous 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 reaching their grand pretensions.

Those who sought peace retreated to the fifth great world, vowed to each other that they would become brothers and sisters to protect the last bastion where the anarchy 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.

Hundreds of generations, the fire of pandemonium was subsided in the end.

These hundreds of centuries became a remarkable writing in three realms history. Never before anything like this happened.

From the survivor of famous experts, sages, deities, gods, devils, and demons, they knew something is principally an inevitability, that the great creator has fallen. Otherwise, how can he let his three realms fallen into turmoil?

Some sighed helplessly, lamented the history.

Some worried about what the future hold for them their close ones.

Some planned on what to accomplish immediate and distant in the future.

But most, to the common lives, those who experienced nothing beyond the bare plots where they breathe, eat and sleep, nothing really matters at all.

There are many places that not immediately impacted, or at least already turned back to their balance. And many such places are in the fifth great world, which constitutes three thousand minor worlds between.

They call one of those small worlds Edwena, where approximately eighty percent of its surface is covered by waters. There were seven empires rose in the last ten centuries. The Wine, Rik, Euphemia, Raisa, Maree, Thorstein, and Celia Empires.

But many ages before, there was solely one vast empire, the Great Edwena Empire, which already collapsed and long forgotten in the tributary of season. That is why, this world called till now, still called, the Edwena.


When I reached above Edwena, I noticed many details. There are delights, contentment, sorrow, regret, lust, devotion, fury, repentance, and so on. They represented the glow of many lives and many hearts, from the humblest ones to those whose arrogance reach the clouds.

‘Eeea… it’s not so bad.’

I peered around again until…

‘Ah that place, what a catastrophe, but what an affection and benevolence.’

I peeked back the token of three realms in my grip.

‘So be it, Once I wield the power above the creator itself, I even thought that I was crafted more elegant than all other creations; once I figure out all the profound knowledge and enigmas of three realms. But never once I gain understanding about the significance of the creation itself. And now I’ve decided for myself, to enter the tributary of samsara, whether I achieve something or gain nothing, I shall find myself experienced the unknown.’

I form a tiny magical seal above the Edwena.

‘This would be sufficient, it would not funny when I arrived and suddenly death by fallen from the bed. I link the fate of my spirit and this tiny world. When I reborn, I shall be named Eiwa.’

My frame of conscience merge with pure and mystical orders of the three realms, and a glimmer of nothingness shooting down to a small kingdom.

The nine stars twinkled brightly above the three realms, a shriek of a baby could be heard.

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