The little blue sphere… spinning endlessly upon itself, perfectly measured and timed without ever stopping. The Blue Earth lived and followed its destined course. Every day, scientific discoveries multiplied, intertwined, and clashed with one another. Science on one side, religions and beliefs on the other. Yet these two extremes were always united under the rule of law.

The debate had never been fiercer than when Dea was discovered. A compound substance buried deep beneath the Earth. No one could explain how the chemical elements composing it had managed to coexist and merge into a liquid element of unparalleled purity.

Followers of Rijubeja and Caerceru began spreading rumors, claiming it was the work of the two Souls. They had left this gift to the Blue Earth, and it had to be preserved — but above all, feared.

After countless experiments, humanity first discovered how to extract Dea. Extreme caution was required, because the slightest contact with air caused it to transform into gas. Technology soon became involved, and countless machines were invented to extract Dea from the ground safely. Once extracted and stabilized, it entered a solid state and became harmless to humans. But reaching that stable state took a very long time…

The struggle for power. That eternal conflict pushing beings further and further into their final limits. Dea, precious and mysterious matter, coveted by all. Everyone wanted to uncover its purpose, to understand how and why it existed. Every nation wanted to lead the research and be the first to discover how to use this compound substance.

Corruption spread more and more, and research went further and further. The scientific world and governments refused to share discoveries and, worse still, hid their findings from the rest of the world.

The Riau Archipelago. Certain traces and remnants hinted at the possible existence of a Dea source nearby. An unnamed organization undertook excavations, despite the enormous risk of catastrophe… Yet nothing and no one could stop what was about to happen.

The explosion first produced a deafening rumble, and people believed it to be an unprecedented earthquake. But it was only the beginning of a chain reaction. The Dea well beneath the Riau Archipelago was directly connected to a well in Tobong, which itself connected to a well in Singapore, and so on…

Soon, massive sources and smaller ones alike began exploding everywhere. The ground cracked open in places, releasing a red-colored gas that rose above the surface. The explosions also triggered tidal waves across hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Governments were completely overwhelmed by the events. At first, aid was dispatched to evacuate the population. But it quickly became clear that armies were unprepared for such a disaster… Existing gas masks could not filter Dea gas, which was far more toxic and denser than ordinary gases. It also exerted pressure on glass and plastic, causing most masks of the era to crack.

Little by little, troop deployments ceased… because the operation had become hopeless, condemning soldiers to certain death. All that remained was to pray desperately for the toxic cloud to stop its relentless advance.

Ho Chi Minh City. Somewhere deep inside a bunker buried underground, a faction known as “The Grand Council” prepared some plans. As long as supplies lasted, things remained manageable… But eventually, humanity would have to return to the surface. To confront “The Red Storm” — the toxic gas cloud growing larger by the day, rising up to 5,000 meters above the ground and lingering there.

A few tiny, rare zones remained breathable and survived… But everywhere else required a special type of gas mask capable of enduring only a few hours within the storm. It took two years to develop the first functional series of masks. In any case… only madmen ventured out there. Terrible stories were told. People vanished among the ruins and never returned. Some swore they had seen savage and horrifying beasts… described as “inhuman.”

After about a decade, the plans were finally completed, and the construction could begin on the first foundations of the project known as “Androdea Platform-Zero.” Then came one hundred and fifty years of work to complete the first version of the flying city as we know it today. It is certainly far from finished. But it is already highly advanced and continues to grow larger day after day.