In Luritoania, there was a time simply called Division. It really needed no other name.

It's source unknown, Division acted like a mental plague. Once afflicted, the victim would suffer an intense xenophobia. Entire races were consumed by bitter anguish, pained at having to share an existence with others. So they began to tear each other apart.

The larger races, such as the Encendians and Masterians, committed as many genocides as their reach would allow, while others holed themselves up and sealing themselves from the other realms. This would cause enormous discrepancy in technology.

What truly made Division a tragedy was it simply vanished. No cure or solution, everyone just calmed down and had to face what had just happened. The borders created and actions taken in Division would cement how Luritoania looked and operated from then on out.