User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27666783-20200604163915/@comment-30014014-20200606013302

What they were gazing at was no sitting man, but a corpse-like body slumped on a throne of rust and rock. Seemed dead, ummoving, bound to the seat that was bearing it. The only betrayal to this deathly vision was the voice that came from elsewhere ''"You come to this place of mine with a question as old as the formation of our kind. Why do we fight among ourselves? Why do we fight others? Why?" ''

"The voice rumbles in a humble tonage ''"In the first days before my existence, when gods walked the celestial body underneath this realm, wars were fought over the mantles. Mantles of creation. Mantles of destruction. Alteration. Countless mantles. For some sought to re-shape the world. Others, restart. Others still, improvement. These are the call the first of our kind answered to. Voices of the divine..."''

"Then, in their exodus, wars were fought over the desire of advancement. The hidden Age, they called it, for the gap that exists within its scarce records. Advancement against restriction. Transcendance versus a return to the roots. A time when weapons of mass destruction were commodity. When abandoned artifacts of the gods were still vividly present on the material realm. Those who sought to advance shouted the restrictive ones, calling them slaves to gods. The restrictors, on the other hand, saw a danger to an ever escalation of weaponry not made for mortal hands. States not made for mortal hands. We humans always lacked the brute force of the animals...and the attunement of the elven. Technology was our gateway. Some might say, a broken one..."

"Then, the Circadian Eons, when monsters began to appear. Wars for territories. Wars of first contact. Wars of different thinking, mindsets. But most importantly, wars for peace. When we went to war in the Circadian Eons, we sought to end a cycle that seemingly never ended. Some of us desired to see the monster extinct. Others wanted a bridge between us and them, with the extremists often called to sabotage it. We went to war as to never pick up weapons against those we deemed as life-long partners to this world...how foolish we were..."

"And now, the Age of Hypocrisy. Where you and your reflection stand, asking me about this reasoning of our warring states. This one is no longer a war of gods. Forget them. Forget the advancement we sought. Forget the peace we might have desired with the animals that pollute our borders. This war, as demostrated by the Circadian Eons, is a war of survival. Us, against them, and those who would confine in their lies. Now, the people you see, those of this monestic church you call the Order, they fight wars for survival, knowing that the creatures we face are beyond iredeemable. Our species is in a war of survival..."