Seventy-nine years ago, as colonial rule drew its final breaths, the sky cracked—not with thunder, but with awe.
Twelve towers, vast and veiled in ancient mystery, rose in unison across the scattered isles of the Nusantara.
They did not come with warning. They came with silence.
And the earth, as if holding its breath, watched them pierce the heavens.
That night, the sky trembled—no longer a sovereign dome, but a canvas split open by unseen weight.
The towers climbed like mountains forged in moments, their faces etched with batik sigils, symbols forgotten by time,
speaking in the language of lost civilizations.
And from within—chaos.
Myths long buried erupted into being:
Dragons soared and scorched the living,
Giants shattered the ground with fists that echoed like war drums,
Water spirits rose to claim the rivers, dragging life beneath the waves.
Terror reigned, and no prayer could calm it.
The world was undone.
Yet, in the ash and ruin, something stirred—
a pulse, a whisper, a flicker in the blood of a chosen few.
A force not born of gods, but gifted by the land itself.
They called it ranah—a power, a rebellion, a breath of hope in a choking world.
Then came the seven.
Warriors of no shared past, yet bound by the same prophecy.
Each one rose from a corner of the land,
bearing burdens greater than their names,
and bestowed with a title that turned men to legend:
The Seven Celestial Guardians.
Together, they defied the impossible.
They fought, fell, rose again—
until the towers were sealed,
and the mythic beasts were driven back into silence.
The war ended.
The scars remained.
And history turned its gaze elsewhere.
Now, in the year 2024, the towers still stand—not as harbingers of doom,
but as blessings veiled in stone.
They are dungeons now: vessels of endless power, treasure, and promise,
drawing seekers from all corners of the earth.
But beneath the gold and glory,
a silence hums.
A question still unanswered.
Even the Guardians of this era cannot pierce the veil.
And for those who dare to chase what lies within—
truth, perhaps.
But at what cost?
Some paths offer no return.