Practum Kingdom

Of the Five Great Galaxy Powers, none rose faster—or more chaotically—than the Practum Kingdom.

Born in the shadow of collapse and conquest, its founder Oliver Prade forged a kingdom not from war, but from wonder. He gathered minds, not swords. Runes, not relics. When he unveiled the third tier of rune engraving—now called the Prade Level—the universe took notice. A merchant's son had rewritten the laws of magic.

Today, Practum thrives as a nexus of craftsmanship, commerce, and competition. War may rage elsewhere, but here, artisans etch power into steel, and bureaucrats tally accidental elections.

Their government is… unorthodox. A five-seat oligarchic republic where no one campaigns, and most leaders never meant to rule. A compassionate factory manager, a charismatic architect, even an adored schoolteacher—if enough citizens write in your name, you may find yourself among the Five, bewildered and burdened with power.

Religion is sparse. Faith in the kingdom leans more toward invention than divinity. Yet the stars are never fully forgotten; scattered enclaves still whisper the rites of Constellism, while rural fringe settlements revere the soul-fractured relics of Stellafilism.

Daily life is flavored with meat-heavy meals and tart, creamy puddings. But it is art—not food—that feeds the kingdom's spirit. Towering cityscapes compete in beauty, with spiral towers and bridge-canvases in constant metamorphosis. Practum's greatest battles are fought on the stage. Theater houses glow like embers each night, hosting grand runic operas, satirical election farces, and mind-bending dramas that blur reality. The highest honor is not wealth—but to make an audience weep or gasp.

They are the youngest of the great powers, yes. But youth, as Oliver Prade once said, "is the proof we've only just begun to burn."