The Cintamani is no mere jewel—it’s the axis of chaos. Forged before memory, shattered during the fall of the first city, it pulses beneath the history of The Maharajagar like a heartbeat. Its shards distort time, amplify karma, and lure humanity toward cataclysmic convergence.
Long Feng seeks to dominate it. The Qi’tet seek to contain it. Yet even broken, the Cintamani reshapes fate. It is a chaos attractor, magnifying intent—good or evil—beyond measure.
When World War II erupts, it is the Cintamani that hums beneath the bombs. Hiroshima is not merely an explosion—it is the final echo of the gem’s shatter-song.
The Maharajagar 