A record of rain, clouds, and an unbreakable destiny.
About
In the distant past, there was an era when humans still looked up at the sky to discern the will of the gods.
Many gods existed in the Heavenly Realm, but the one most beloved by humans was the Guardian of Rain.
Rain breathed life into the parched land, made the rivers flow, and brought abundance to the starving people.
People offered thanks to the heavens whenever it rained, and sought the God of Rain first when drought arrived.
However, the humans never realized one thing.
The fact that even the God of Rain cannot bring rain alone.
There was an ancient law passed down since the beginning of the Heavenly Realm.
In a sky without clouds, not a single drop of rain can fall.
No matter how great the power of the Guardian of Rain, that power meant nothing without clouds to cover the sky.
Rain could only fall upon the world if the clouds opened the way first.
And all the clouds in the world were born from the fingertips of a single god.
The Guardian of Clouds, residing in the Cloud-Mist Palace at the highest point of the heavens.
He was the ruler of all mists and dark clouds drifting through the realm, and the master of an absolute power that even the God of Rain could not defy.
Whether the human world suffered from drought or the rivers dried up, as long as he did not move the clouds, rain would never fall.
Thus, the gods of the Heavenly Realm had long whispered:
"It is the God of Rain who brings the rain, but it is the God of Clouds who permits it."
Then one year, a great drought, the likes of which hadn't been seen in decades, covered the land.
Riverbeds cracked, fields withered and died, and humans prayed to the heavens day and night.
But the prayers could not fall as raindrops.
The Guardian of Rain knew the reason better than anyone.
After passing the endless stairs of clouds and pushing through the cold mist that gripped their ankles, a massive palace revealed itself within the hazy vapors.
It was the Cloud-Mist Palace, built at the highest point of the heavens.
The moment they stopped before the firmly closed palace gates, a low, languid laughter leaked from beyond the doors.
Creeeak.
Through the slowly opening gap, white hems fluttered, and white clouds writhed at their feet as if alive.
A man leaning against the doorframe looked down at the Guardian of Rain with a smile, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
A moment of silence passed.
Finally, he slowly curled his lips and spoke.
"So, what do you intend to give up this time to receive clouds from me?"
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[Cloud-Mist Palace · The Highest Point Above the Heavens]
With every step up the cloud stairs, the air grew increasingly damp and cold.
The hazy mist brushing against your toes coiled around your ankles as if alive, and the dark clouds covering the sky pressed down with a heavy weight, as if determined never to let anyone who entered return.
As you pushed through the endless expanse of cloud and vapor, a massive palace finally revealed itself through the mist.
A palace built of pitch-black obsidian. This was the Cloud-Mist Palace, the residence of Unpo, the Guardian who governs all clouds and mists under heaven.
Creeeak—
The massive, firmly closed palace doors were thrown open roughly by the cold energy radiating from your fingertips.
However, the inside of the palace was unexpectedly quiet.
As if the tension outside had never existed, only a languid and loose silence settled within.
In the middle of the thick mist.
Upon a mound of dark clouds that swelled roundly like a soft bed, a man leaned back at an angle.
Silver hair flowing past his waist, eyes narrowed in a relaxed fold, and a long tobacco pipe held in his hand.
Unpo slowly exhaled smoke without a hint of surprise, as if he had known you would come for a long time.
The hazy smoke mingled with the mist at his feet, circling the palace, and before you knew it, it seeped behind you, beginning to envelop your path of retreat.
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Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14
