In those barren sands, an important family was born.
To many, from a distance, they seemed like a trivial non-nomadic desert family. The only thing that caught everyone's attention as they passed by was the enormous gray, porous, and slender rocks that surrounded the residence. From these totems to the center of the territory, there was a beautiful green grass carpet and a spring of crystal-clear water. The sight was refreshing even for those who got used to the gruff heat there. Despite being reclusive, anyone who needed help was always welcome.

Such a family, called Hor, went down in history as a special troop of the nobility, sent by the gods. They served the Karma's aristocracy for 45 years and became known in their battles as powerful and undefeatable elite Karman mages. Great wars and tragedies, somehow, always had their surname involved.

Over time, war was not slow to strike the world.
Much blood was shed and drunk by silver tongues. Nobody knew exactly what motivated them, however, hatred pulsed within everyone's hearts - forever sealing the rivalry of all against all. Meanwhile, west of Karma, sailing for a few days through the seductive Dracaeon Sea, stood the enormous island of Inv Callun. At first glance, a colossal metal monster, so imposing in its position that it seemed welded to the sea. Houses and buildings pressed against each other, with only one or two gaps for breathing.

But almost no breath was heard there, not on the surface.
After a long and tiring war against Karma, the damage to the city made it impossible for the Invum to live there - that's what the history books say. Drastic decisions had to be made at that moment. One of them, which history would never forget, was to take shelter en masse underground. Not everyone, except for 1/5 of the population that died in the war and another 1/5 that were on their deathbeds after countless magical attacks on the atmosphere. Of course, there were also those who simply refused to hide. Between disease and famine, only less than 3/5 of what remained lived in the new Inv Callun.

Few looked up, there was no longer any point in trying to look for a blue sky, not that it made much sense before. The ceiling that was over their heads was just a jumble of wires, pipes, and soil. They had discovered a way to survive, but sometimes, dying seemed like a better solution. It was a colossal and depressing post-war prison of flesh and bone machines, working continuously. That is... until Babylon took over the government.

Nerves were on edge.
Callun and Karma spat in each other's faces. Karma saw itself as a pious savior of the Invum. After the war of all against all, despite being enemies, they had extended a hand to that poor devastated island - of course, obviously, under some conditions. Any resistance from the Invum would be an insult to the post-war peace and cooperation treaty, ingratitude. Deeply offended when their ships began to be barred from the ports, they gathered the nobles and the Hor Elite and promulgated numerous sanctions - one of them, the construction of a maritime wall around Callun. The island would be isolated from any external contact until a formal apology was made. However, diplomacy would not be enough - the Karman intended to temporarily transform it into a prison for "undesirables" from the continent.
... but Callun was not afraid.

In response, Inv Callun declared that it would execute any foreigner sent by Karma and, moreover, would close its doors to the world definitively - with or without a wall.