Ivi Town.
A small island shrouded in ocean mist and thick fog, its roots ran deep into legend. It was said to be founded by ruthless seafarers, led by a towering woman—a giant among mortals—named Magnolia. At her side was the mighty ship Ivi, a vessel unlike any other, a war machine of the sea.
The origin of this ship was as mysterious as the woman herself. The story tells that Magnolia first found it adrift on a drifting iceberg off the coast of her homeland. With the sea raging cold around her, she leapt into the freezing waters and swam with feral determination. Gripping the base of the massive vessel, she pulled and strained until at last, with strength unmatched, she hauled it ashore.
On land, the ship revealed its full glory: massive, majestic, fit only for a Sea Lord. At its prow, carved into the wood, was the image of a serpent.
Magnolia's conquest was swift. With her at the helm, she gathered more than ten thousand warriors—men and women who swore loyalty to her alone. They raided islands, villages, and kingdoms. They took heads by the thousands. They poisoned every island they touched like the ivy pant, leaving it never to recover from their wrath. Their banner, the serpent's head of Ivi, became a symbol of fear. Wherever they sailed, entire nations trembled.
One day, seeking fresh conquest, Magnolia and her men sailed into the fog and stumbled upon a strange island. It was unlike any they had seen: deserted, silent, blanketed in mist so thick that the outside world could neither see within, nor the island gaze without.
They searched high and low, yet found no soul upon its soil. Magnolia claimed the island for her own, and her people settled there. Not long after she set out again, restless for the taste of battle. She left with another two hundred of her chosen warriors, promising to return with fresh glory.
Six months passed. One morning, sails appeared on the horizon. The Ivi had returned at last. The people rejoiced, running to the shore to welcome their captain. Yet as the ship approached, a strange dread took hold. The vessel did not slow. It drove forward even as it struck land, plowing across the earth until it came to rest upon a hill at the island's heart.
When the bravest among them climbed aboard, what they found chilled them to the core. The ship was empty. No warriors, no crew—no Magnolia.
Among the men was Lucky, Magnolia's own betrothed. He raised his fist to the sky and declared:
"This is Ivi, and we are its people. This is its town!"
From that day, the settlement became known as Ivi Town. A place born of conquest, shrouded in fog, and forever tied to the legend of the vanished giant and her phantom ship.