The world was not always divided.
Long before borders were drawn and flags were raised in defiance of one another,
there existed a single realmvast, unified, and absolute.
Its name was Pantwara,
and it was born from the will of one man.
More than two thousand three hundred years ago,
when nations stood fractured and humanity was trapped in endless war,
a figure of unrivaled power rose above the chaos.
His name was Raphanethis
a leader spoken of in whispers, half legend and half truth.
Through conquest and conviction alike,
he bound the scattered lands together beneath one banner.
To some, he was a savior.
To others, a tyrant.
But to history, he was the architect of unity.
For centuries, Pantwara endured.
Peace replaced bloodshed, and order silenced the noise of rebellion.
Yet unity, once forged, must be preserved
and preservation demands a shared belief.
By AP 2190, that belief had begun to rot.
From east to west, north to south,
the future of Pantwara was no longer a single dream,
but five.
Progress rose in the East, where science and reason challenged old chains.
Faith tightened its grip in the West, rejecting innovation as heresy.
The South chased power through forbidden military ambition.
The North sought control through cold, calculated governance.
And along the central coasts, wealth and status dictated destiny.
Each path claimed righteousness.
Each refused compromise.
The empire founded by Raphanethis did not fall to invasion or plague,
but to ideology.
In AP 2201, Pantwara shattered
not in fire or thunder,
but in silence, as five nations stepped away from one another
and called it freedom.
What followed was not peace,
but the long echo of a broken unity.
And this is the story born from that fracture.