Long Before Chen Ming...
There was a time before system gods, before divine courts splintered into Lust, War, Shadow, Flame, and Moon. When the heavens were still whole.
And Purity was not a punishment—but a path.
Lysaria stood at the heart of that forgotten harmony, her radiance cool as moonlight, her gaze stern but kind. She was the guardian of sacred vows, of untouched truths, of love untainted by greed or ambition.
But then came the Schism.
The Pact of the Thirsting Courts
Five gods—driven by desire, wrath, secrecy, ambition, and balance—dared to declare that Purity was stagnation.
They argued that to suppress hunger was to suppress growth. That mortals needed temptation, conquest, pleasure, chaos. That purity limited what could be evolved.
A divine summit was called.
Lysaria stood alone.
"Do not twist longing into vice. Desire is sacred when it is clean."
The others laughed.
"Clean? Or impotent?"
And so the Pact of the Thirsting Courts was signed.
A new order formed. Five courts. Five rulers. A balance of chaos.
And Lysaria?
She refused to join.
The Broken Oath
At the summit's close, Lysaria tore her divine seal in half and cast it to the ground.
"If purity has no place here, then neither do I."
They mocked her.
But the moment she renounced her pact—she became a threat.
For she still held the Sanctum Eternal—a divine space beyond corruption. A place where no system could track, where no lust could twist, where even wrath was calmed.
And in that final act, she took with her something the others had forgotten:
A shard of the original divinity.
Before systems. Before sin.
The root of divine freedom.
Why She Was Exiled
She was too dangerous.
Not because of her strength—but because of her truth.
So they erased her temples.
Burned her name from the scrolls.
Cut her from the Divine Tether.
And locked her realm in the void between voids—where only those without corruption might one day find her again.
No mortal had. Until…
Now…
Chen Ming.
A boy who rose through lust.
But whose touch ignited devotion.
A mortal who should have been consumed—yet brought balance where there was only fire.
And Lysaria watches him, whispering across the void.
"They silenced me for purity. But you… you show me it was never dead. Only waiting."
Her voice grows stronger.
Her realm awakens.
And for the first time in millennia—
The Goddess of Purity dares to hope again.