"They say the world ended once, but if you ask the old winds, they will whisper of seven pieces that still shined like scattered jewels on an ocean's hand."
The world, as it was known, had long withdrawn from the age of chaos. Floating like emeralds across a vast and endless blue, the Seven Islands stood as a testament to what unity and division could both create and destroy.
Each island was a marvel in its own right, forged by time, shaped by purpose, and crowned with brilliance.
Gijutsu Shinpo – The Island of Machines
Skyscrapers of chrome and glass pierced the clouds like sharpened spears. Neon lines ran like blood through the streets, connecting minds and machines in seamless harmony. In Gijutsu Shinpo, technology wasn't a tool it was life itself.
Autonomous drones zipped through the air, serving meals before hunger arrived. Children learned calculus at the age of four through immersive neural VR. AI governed city systems, detecting crimes before they happened and optimizing emotions like traffic flow. Their greatest marvel? The Core Engine a supercomputer said to dream in possibilities yet to be born.
Malamute – The Island of Trade and Wisdom
Markets as far as the eye could see. Skyscrapers built from sapphire-tinted glass buzzed with data-driven economics. Mtaalamu was the financial pulse of the seven. Here, traders didn't just sell goods they sold futures, ideas, identities.
Their greatest wonder was the Skybank a floating network of global trade that used quantum algorithms to balance supply and demand with near perfection. Every citizen knew the language of numbers, and even the beggars carried crypto wallets.
Jiàn Kāng – The Island of Health and Life
This was the island where death came last. Gleaming white labs stretched over mountainsides. Gardens grew from the walls of hospitals. Genetic fountains allowed citizens to tweak their own DNA. Disease was a myth. Disability was outdated. Age was but a number one could reset for the right price.
The island's heart was the Sanctum Vitae, a bio-pyramid of pulsing life, where cloned organs floated in crystalline tanks and doctors could literally regrow your soul
Mahira – The Island of Mind and Mastery
A realm of orators, motivators, leaders, and dreamers. Every citizen was trained in discipline, public speaking, mental resilience, and strategy. They believed the mind was the greatest resource, and they mined it endlessly.
Floating academies hovered above oceans. Students debated philosophy at age seven and graduated with three disciplines before twenty. The crown of Mahira was the Hall of Potential a living library of human consciousness that held memories and lessons of the greatest minds in history.
Méi Zhī Jiā – The Island of Stone and Flame
Raw, rugged, proud the backbone of the island. With sprawling mines, towering drills, and rivers of molten minerals, Méi Zhī Jiā was where the Earth whispered secrets.
They extracted the rarest ores, including Pulse Crystals — used to power entire cities. Their people were strong, often dirty, always respected. Their wonder was the Forge Spire — a black tower that melted any material into pure energy with fire older than the war itself.
Verkehr – The Island of Speed and Sky
Verkehr never stood still. Hyperloops, airships, magnetic gliders movement was their god. Bridges made of light connected floating platforms. Roads shifted with the wind. Here, not a single car had wheels.
At its core was the Velocity Nexus, a tower so tall it touched the stratosphere launching shuttles across oceans in minutes. It was said if you stood still in Verkehr, the ground moved for you.
Desarrollo Rural – The Island of Earth and Food
A land of green, wide skies, and golden harvests. Here, technology met tradition. Crops glowed with genetic enhancements. Livestock were healthier than most humans. They didn't just feed the islands they nurtured them.
Their marvel was the Mother Root a bio-tree, kilometers wide, whose roots spread through the ocean floor, purifying water and spreading nutrients across neighboring islands. It was not just alive it was awake.
Once, these islands were not separate. They were limbs of a great body, ruled under one crown: King Tara.
The roads were open. The skies were shared. The wonders were not trophies, but gifts. It was said a man could wake in Jiàn Kāng, trade in Mtaalamu, and dine in Desarrollo Rural all before sunset.
But beneath the beauty… something darker stirred.
A king who ruled not with wisdom, but fear. Who used each island's strength to fuel his own greed. Who whispered poison between allies until unity became division.
That was the beginning of the end.
That was the shadow before the storm.
That was... before the War.