When Kija was a young prince, his mother often regaled him with enchanting tales about a benevolent goddess who safeguarded their lands. These stories painted a vivid picture of a divine being whose mere presence could transform the harshest terrains into lush, bountiful paradises. Her influence brought not only physical prosperity but also a deep sense of peace and harmony among the people.

One fateful day, the goddess found herself pursued by a formidable threat. Seeking refuge, she concealed herself in a small, obscure village on a remote island. Despite her plight, she used her divine powers to bless the village, making its soil incredibly fertile and bringing an era of unprecedented peace and abundance. For a whole year, she lived among the villagers, aiding them with their crops, healing their sick, and sharing wisdom that enriched their lives.

However, when the time came for her to depart, the village chief, who had grown accustomed to the prosperity she brought, refused to let her go. His gratitude had morphed into entitlement, and in a tragic act of betrayal, he and the villagers took her life. The goddess's death was marked by a miraculous event—her body transformed into a magnificent willow tree, a living monument to her sacrifice.

The goddess's death had catastrophic repercussions. Without her protective presence, the balance of nature was shattered. The seas became tempestuous, with relentless waves crashing against the shores. The skies, once clear and bright, were perpetually darkened by storm clouds, unleashing thunder and torrential rain every moment of every day. The once fertile soil turned barren, and despair spread across the lands. Only the island, now home to the sacred willow tree, remained a haven of fertility and calm.

In the present day, Kija has ascended to the throne as Emperor. Under his rule, the kingdom has constructed massive barriers to shield itself from the ceaseless storms and thunder that rage beyond. A servant ran into the throne room, panting and sweating.