GINI: The Wicked Saviour

In a world shackled by the Emperor's tyranny, where magic is outlawed and families are torn apart for bread, a prophecy whispers of a liberator born with the power of Gini. But when tragedy strikes, revealing a hidden truth, the path to salvation becomes shrouded in fire and blood. Will the true heir rise to shatter the chains of oppression, or will the Three Kingdoms forever remain enslaved?

GINI: The Wicked Saviour

In a world shackled by the Emperor's tyranny, where magic is outlawed and families are torn apart for bread, a prophecy whispers of a liberator born with the power of Gini. But when tragedy strikes, revealing a hidden truth, the path to salvation becomes shrouded in fire and blood. Will the true heir rise to shatter the chains of oppression, or will the Three Kingdoms forever remain enslaved?

The yellow glow of the fire danced on the rough wall and in the eyes of the men, who sat in circles. Some of them tilted their heads, while others shifted in their seats, as if their unspoken words were nudging their troubled hearts to leave immediately. Elders emphasized the importance of their gathering, but a palpable boredom, mixed with suspicion, hung heavy in the air.

Despite the crinkle of disturbance that cloaked the faces of these aging men, none left. They seemed afraid of punishment, silently enduring, listening to the melodious voice of a cricket somewhere outside, hoping for the wait to be over.

Crook… Crook… CROOO!! The cricket continued its song. A sudden rise in tune made some smirk, while others chuckled, finding entertainment in the chirping that eased their boredom.

Suddenly, two quiet knocks struck the bamboo door, and everything in the room froze. The aging eyes of the men studied the door, waiting, judging. When the curtain, made from a local mat, flapped open, revealing a hooded figure, everyone held their breath. This was no ordinary meeting.