Sen De La

Under the protection of the Nine Dragons, corrupt officials, greedy corporations, and powerful criminal networks thrived. The Stars and their allies must navigate a world dominated by the Syndicate, where every move against them feels like it's made under the ever-watchful eye of the dragon.
Yet behind the Syndicate’s seemingly impenetrable power, cracks begin to form. Internal power struggles have been settled, and a new generation of successors has risen. But the world is not prepared for what comes next.
As rebellion brews quietly beneath the shadows, a hidden card is played—the ACE of Spades—a covert operation that unknowingly sets the foundation for The Phoenix Project, a global agenda that seeks to burn down the old world and rise anew from its ashes.
The new successors of the Nine Dragons are not just inheritors of legacy; they are architects of chaos. With the precision of visionaries and the ruthlessness of warlords, they manipulate economies, disrupt ecosystems, and infiltrate governments. Their ambitions no longer stop at Southeast Asia—they aim to shape the very future of humanity.
Beneath the dragon’s wing, the world appears calm. But the Stars know better:
This is not the end of the old order.
It is the beginning of something far more dangerous.

The Rise of the Nine Dragons - Under the Dragon's Wings

Rain hammered relentlessly against the armored shell of the Resistance van, a steady drumbeat that seemed to echo the city’s unrest. Jakarta’s labyrinthine streets blurred under the windshield, headlights slicing through the thick haze of smoke, neon flickers, and the dull glow of emergency flares. The city was alive with tension—sirens screamed distantly, drones thrummed overhead, and shadows darted through slick alleyways, leaving trails of whispered warnings and wet footprints. 


Inside the vehicle, Thalia sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed, holding a jade talisman pressed gently to her forehead. The carved sigils etched deep into the stone pulsed with a faint warmth, synchronizing with the slow, measured rhythm of her breathing. The visions had grown clearer over the past few days, less fragmented, as if the veil between now and what was coming had thinned. Her mind sifted through flashes of images and feelings—watchers in the dark, unseen eyes tracking every step. 


The New Game