In a distant star system, three pnets drifted in silent alignment, bound by an unseen force. Together, they were known as the Three Sisters:

  Cheongseong (??), the heart of civilization, where cities thrived under the guidance of mana.

  Hwangcheon (??), a barren nd of forgotten ruins, holding remnants of an ancient past.

  Geumji (??), a desote world of bck dust and golden light, home to the beating heart of the system’s energy.

  At the centre of it all y Hwanggeum Simjang (?? ??), the Golden Heart, a massive energy core embedded deep beneath Geumji’s surface. Unlike the natural mana that existed across all three pnets, the core served as an amplifier, strengthening mana beyond its natural limits. It was the foundation upon which Cheongseong had built its civilization, allowing its people to shape mountains, forge floating cities, and bend reality itself.

  For generations, the core was a source of progress and power.

  Until it started to fail.

  At first, the signs were subtle; spells faltered, mana pools thinned faster than before. But soon, the effects grew impossible to ignore. Mana, once abundant, had begun to wither. The energy that sustained life was dwindling, and the decline was accelerating.

  The schors and leaders of Cheongseong convened to seek an answer. What they discovered was devastating.

  Hwanggeum Simjang was colpsing.

  The core, which had long amplified mana, had become unstable. Its breakdown was irreversible. If left unchecked, its failure could tear apart the very fabric of mana itself, leaving the pnets in ruin.

  There was only one solution: the core had to be destroyed before its colpse spread beyond control.

  It was a desperate pn. No one knew what would happen once the core was gone. The natural flow of mana existed before its discovery, so in theory, life could continue without it. But there was no way to be certain.

  A team was assembled; warriors, schors, and specialists trained in mana-sensitive excavation. Their mission: infiltrate Geumji, locate the core deep beneath the pnet’s surface, and shatter it before it was too te.

  The operation was treated like a mining expedition, its execution swift and calcuted.

  They descended into the depths of Geumji, through tunnels carved by ancient hands. The deeper they went, the heavier the air became. Mana felt thick here, sluggish, as if resisting their presence. But the core itself did not fight back. It simply pulsed, massive and radiant, a golden sphere embedded in the rock like the heart of a dying god.

  Using concentrated bsts of mana-enhanced weaponry, they detonated the core, reducing it to nothing but fragmented light.

  For a moment, all was silent.

  Then, the backsh hit..

  .. .. .