6000 years have passed since Al-Harith left Earth, Al-Harith always prays and dhikr and Al-Harith is already in the sixth heaven. While the earth is in a primeval tranquility that is only known to supernatural beings hidden from mortal sight. In the depths of the darkest sea, in the belly of a burning mountain, and in a jungle that has never been touched by sunlight, the Jinn live in silence, maintaining the power inherited since the beginning of creation.
Three great Jinn kingdoms stand firm in that hidden world, each claiming that they are the true guardians of the earth. However, the peace between them is not true peace, but a long pause from the inevitable conflict.
The Arshalam Kingdom, led by Queen Nirzala, resides beneath the Black Ocean trench. Surrounded by an army of water Jinn who can control the eddies and currents of the sea, Nirzala rules with a deceptive calm like the sea that appears calm on the surface, but holds a storm in its depths.
In the heart of the Dormon volcano, stands the Malagara Kingdom, the kingdom of fire and rock Jinn. Its king, Vharak, is a giant creature covered in magma and embers. He holds absolute power over earthquakes and eruptions, and harbors ambitions to burn the old world to give birth to a new one under his rule.
Meanwhile, behind the mists and ancient trees of the Azmar Hills, lies the Kingdom of Zulfahran. Not ruled by one individual, this kingdom is run by the Council of Three Trees of ancient Jinns who are one with the shadows, roots, and sounds of the jungle. They are silent, but sharp. The forest is an extension of their hand, and they are waiting for the time to expand their grip across the land.
Among these kingdoms circulates an ancient prophecy passed down from the first light era: the prophecy of the "Open Time" a time when the veil between the Jinn world and the real world will weaken. That is when their power can rise to the surface without limits, and the young human world at that time, becomes a prize ready to be seized by anyone brave and strong enough.
The prophecy became a small fire that burned on each royal throne. For years they were patient, building their strength, sending spies, and reading the signs of the sky and the voices of the earth. And when the wind began to blow from an unusual direction, and the mist descended without cause, the Jin rulers knew: the Open Time had arrived.
Now, long-buried ambitions will rise. Three Jin kingdoms, three thrones full of lust for power, prepare to overthrow each other for one goal: to rule the earth completely.
And from here, the first war begins.
When the "Open Time" began to show its symptoms when the boundaries between the Jin world and the mortal world began to crack, the three Jin kingdoms did not immediately plunge into war. As ancient beings with intelligence and wisdom that had been honed for thousands of years, they knew that fighting for the earth recklessly would only cause blinding destruction, even to themselves.
So, with great caution and vigilance, delegations from each kingdom were sent to meet at the most neutral and sacred place for the Jin nation: the Covenant Stone, a giant altar covered in moss and dim light located between the coastline, the foot of the mountain, and the edge of the forest. The place is believed to be the center of the oldest Jin world, where their ancestors once swore to maintain the balance of the earth.
Queen Nirzala of Arshalam came in the form of salty mist, her body wrapped in sea gems and the glow of waves.
King Vharak of Malagara emerged with a red glow from the cracks of the rocks, carrying the smell of sulfur and the booms of the earth.
The Council of Three Trees of Zulfahran appeared as three vague figures, speaking in whispers of the wind and the movement of roots.
In a meeting that lasted for seven nights and seven days, they tried to draw up a new world map: the division of the earth's territory, the limitation of power, and promises not to violate each other. At first, their words felt calm, their voices seemed to contain wisdom and compromise. But behind each sentence, hidden interests, suspicions, and pride of each kingdom.
Tensions rose when the discussion reached the boundaries of territory.
Arshalam insisted that all waters, seas, rivers, and all coasts should belong to them, because only the sea genies were able to maintain the earth's currents and balance the world's tides.
Malagara vehemently refused. They demanded full control over the mountains and highlands, claiming that from there the earth's energy radiated, and only they were worthy to control it.
Zulfahran, in a soft yet sharp voice, declared that the forests, valleys, and all places covered by shadow were part of their territory because that was where life grew and the souls of the earth took shelter.
No one wanted to give in. And more than that, no one wanted to appear weak.
On the seventh night, the voices of the Jinn leaders broke into curses, ancient magics collided in the air, and the sacred Covenant Stone began to crack not by strength, but by greed.
Diplomacy turned to insults. Insults turned to threats. And threats turned to irrevocable hostility.
When the Jinn rulers returned to their respective kingdoms, they brought not peace but grudges, strategy maps, and orders to prepare for war.
The alliance had been broken.
And the earth… was preparing to become the first battlefield in the history of the Jinn.
The breaking of the alliance at the Covenant Stone was the signal for an inevitable war. In an instant, diplomacy turned to military strategy. There were no more sweet words or promises of peace. All that remained was the loud sound of preparations for war, the roar of the mountains, the unnatural roar of the sea, and the forest whispering in the language of anger.
The first to move was the Kingdom of Malagara. From the bowels of the Dormon volcano, King Vharak summoned an army of Jinn of fire and rock. They rose to the surface through cracks in the ground, bringing with them scorching lava and tremors capable of toppling mountains. Their goal was clear: to open a path to the forest lands controlled by Zulfahran. With the force of repeated earthquakes, the lowlands were struck, the valleys were raised, and the land became a burning field.
But the Zulfahran Kingdom did not remain silent. From the depths of the jungle of the Azmar Hills, the Council of Three Trees called for resistance. They summoned ancient mists that were misleading and giant roots that burst out of the earth like hungry snakes. Chasms were created in an instant invisible to the naked eye and many of the rock Jin of Malagara were lost, trapped, or pulled into the darkness by the merciless roots of destruction. The forest came to life, and fought back.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Queen Nirzala of the Arshalam Kingdom launched an attack on the coastline and coastal areas. The previously calm sea suddenly became turbulent. Giant vortexes appeared, crashing into the land, and sweeping away the small Jin settlements on the shore. From the bottom of the ocean, an army of water Jin emerged in ever-changing forms, sometimes resembling animals, sometimes becoming ancient sea creatures. They invaded the land at an unstoppable speed.
With three great forces attacking from different directions, the earth seemed to wake up from a nightmare. The land split, the sea overflowed, and the sky was covered in fog. No land was safe anymore. The Jin armies of the three kingdoms began to meet at the borders: sea against forest, forest against mountain, and mountain against sea, creating a vast and wild battlefield.
This was not just a fight for territory.
This was a show of strength.
This was a battle of pride.
This was a sign that the First War of the Jin had begun, and the earth… was the prize.
The first war of the Jinn shook the earth to its very core. Lands split, seas raged, and forests cried in shadowy cries. But what happened during the early battles was only the surface of the true power each kingdom held. Each leader knew that if they were to win this war, they would have to risk everything, including the secret weapons that had only been used in the most desperate of circumstances.
Arshalam: The Jewel of the Deep Sea
Deep in the Black Ocean, hidden far behind eternal whirlpools and jagged reefs, lies an ancient jewel, the Jewel of the Deep Sea, the core of Queen Nirzala's power. No light can reach where it is kept, and only Queen Nirzala herself can summon it.
As the war reached the shores that were drawing ever closer to the jungle, Nirzala called upon the jewel's power. When it was awakened, the jewel called upon the entire sea to rise with it. Water surged from the ocean, creating a giant tidal flood that swept across the land, destroying valleys and drowning the warpath. Anything that could not swim was lost without a trace. The land along the coast was turned into a boiling, uninhabitable sea.
Malagara: Lava Core Spear
King Vharak, the ruler of Malagara, is the only djinn capable of wielding the Lava Core Spear, a weapon forged in the world's magma chamber. This spear is no mere weapon of war, but a dimensional piercer, capable of shattering the boundaries between space and magical reality.
When their path to the heart of the Zulfahran jungle was blocked by mist and magical barriers, Vharak unleashed the power of his spear. With a single throw, the Lava Core Spear pierced the protective field, destroying the ancient magical nodes that had been guarded for millennia. The scorching blast created a gaping crater, and the magical lines that guarded the Zulfahran jungle began to tear apart. Not only that, but dimensional fissures began to appear, indicating that this war was not only ravaging the physical world, but also tearing apart the fabric of reality itself.
Zulfahran: The Shadow Net
The Council of Three Trees has long been known as the guardians of the earth's secrets, and one of their greatest secrets is the Shadow Net. Made of eternal mist, soul threads, and the energy of pure darkness, this net is invisible to the naked eye, and can only be touched by magical power.
As the forces of Arshalam and Malagara began to push into the central region, the Council of Three Trees released the Shadow Net into the air. Silently, the net silenced all the enemy's magical powers. The fire djinns lost control of their embers. The water djinns could not change shape. Queen Nirzala herself felt the magical silence that gripped her mind. Without magic, many armies lost their form and superiority. They became vulnerable, confused, and separated from their original power.
The use of these three secret weapons changed the form of the war from a war of strength to a war of total destruction. The structure of the earth began to shake. Mountains split, seas rose to the land, and the sky began to crack from the tremors of the shattered dimensions. The world became a field of experimentation for ancient power, and no place was left unscathed.