DISENDYA

// Two Worlds, One Wound

The Story

There is a world that remembers what ours forgot.

It has no word for cars, or phones, or feeds. It has looms and ward-knots, hunters and healers, and a game played by torchlight on ground an elder reshaped that morning — because that is how it has always been done. It has an institution that takes people, and files the taking on the correct form.

And one night, along an old scar in its borderlands, the sky tears open. Four times.

Evan. Sung. Aislinn. Adam. Four lives on our side of the dark that never touched each other — a boy nobody sees, a hand the whole city knows, a girl the world decided about, a charmer nobody ever chose. On the worst night of each of their lives, something older than any of them reaches through the wound.

They will not find each other. The world will gather them.

That is where the story begins. It does not stay there. Three years later there is a city called Caldera — neon stacked on old stone, a corporation selling the world's own light back to it — and nobody who remembers the before will say what happened in between.

The saga runs seven volumes. It is not told in order. The gap is the mystery.

Caldera isn't waiting. Thousands of lives run through its streets — scheming, surviving, forming alliances, breaking promises. All of them were born into it: a district, a family, a faction, a debt. And all of them grew up on the same stories you'll hear in every tavern: the crossers. The four names everyone knows and nobody understands.

Group with them. Betray them. Fall in love with them. Get stabbed in the back at 3am and spend the next week hunting them down. This isn't a world of quest-givers standing on corners. It's a city full of people as lost and dangerous as you are.

// Four Wounds, Four Nights

The Crossers

Four teenagers break on the same night, an ocean apart — and a world none of them believed in catches them. These are the four as their own world knew them, before the crossing. Where the saga begins.

Adam Wyss

Hiding behind the mask long before the crossing gave him a reason to.

Origin Fort Lauderdale, FL Discipline Weaving — the threads between people

Sung Park

The whole city knew his hand. No one knew his name.

Origin Los Angeles, CA Discipline Shaping — matter, rewoven

Evan Brennan

The kind of kid who breaks quietly, so no one notices until it's done.

Origin Blauvelt, NY Discipline Echo — perception: what others miss

Aislinn Cole

Everyone decided what she was. No one asked.

Origin Ravenna, OH Discipline Surge — energy, in any form

// The Sport of the Undercity

The Harrow

◆ Concept art

Three Balls. One Pitch. Sacred Truce.

In Caldera they play it under sponsors’ hoardings, with professional Architects and a hundred thousand seats, and they call it Karev. The old folk in the cheap seats still call it what their grandmothers called it: the Harrow.

Home field advantage is real — and not in the "people clap louder for you" sense. The home team’s Architect designs the terrain. Walls, ramps, choke points, elevated platforms — always mirrored, never unfair; the advantage is in the style of ground, built to suit formations the away team hasn’t seen until they walk onto the pitch. Add in a crowd that throws things at the visitors, refs with a suspicious tendency to look the other way, and geometry that changes depending on who’s hosting — that’s real home field advantage.

On match days, the Karev Truce holds. No fighting, no raids, no assassinations. Enemies sit together in the stands. It doesn’t matter how bad things get out there — how many friends you’ve buried, how many districts have burned. Everyone needs a day off from the war. And from life. Everyone needs one thing they agree not to ruin. The last faction to break the Truce doesn’t play anymore. In fact, they don’t do a whole lot of anything anymore. Everyone else made sure of that.

Balls in Play

11v11

Teams

Points to Win

Arenas

// Five Powers. One City.

Factions

Five factions control Caldera — each with territory, agents, and an agenda that extends far beyond what they'll tell you. Your reputation with each affects who approaches you, who avoids you, and who sends people after you.

Voss Industries

Order through control.

The megacorp that built the Upper City on Thread extraction. They provide stability, infrastructure, and surveillance. To them, the gifted are either assets to be utilized or variables to be managed. Their version of peace requires everyone to know their place.

The Ash

Liberation. At any cost.

The rebellion. Fighters, idealists, and people who lost too much to Voss to stay quiet. They agree on the enemy but fracture on the solution. Some want reform. Some want the whole system burned. Their conviction holds them together. Their disagreements might tear them apart.

Black Circuit

Everything has a price.

The criminal network that keeps the Undercity running. Information brokers, contraband dealers, fixers. They're not ideological — they're practical. They keep the lights on in neighborhoods nobody else serves, and they take their cut. Cross them and you lose access to half the city.

Ley Wardens

The old knowledge endures.

An ancient order that predates the city itself. They watch the Lattice, guard the seals, and decide who deserves to know the truth. They have answers to questions nobody else is asking. Getting those answers requires earning trust they almost never give.

Free Citizens

No banner. No leader.

Not a faction so much as the absence of one. Independent operators, unaligned crossers, people who refuse to pick a side. They survive in the gaps between the powers. Some of them are hiding. Some of them are watching. Some of them are more dangerous than any faction soldier.

// Twelve Biomes, Two Eras

The World

Caldera rises in layers — Upper City gleaming above, Undercity sprawling below, and the Deep Below where the ancient seals are failing. Beyond its walls: corrupted wilds, magical wastelands, coastal settlements, highland plateaus, and the fungal underdark. And before any of it: the borderland — the wild fault country where the saga begins, in the world the city was built over. Every region procedurally populated by autonomous characters living their own lives.