"The steeds are just things and as such, they can be crafted again, if needed. The lives that you three have destroyed, instead, are something that not even I can bring back." Baba Yaga said.
"What do you mean?" The Red Sun said.
"What good could war do? What if you won? Were you planning to force the other races to breed like cattle and make them live solely for your entertainment? You say that you've followed your mission, but you couldn't have done it any worse.
"When will you and your damned Undead Courts understand that I've not created the undead as the new master race?" Baba Yaga said.
"Your words make no sense, Mother. If war is the wrong answer, then what were we supposed to do?" Dusk asked.
"You should have let the balance take its course. When there isn't enough prey, the number of predators has to drop or they have to adapt. Otherwise the predators start a vicious cycle that leads to their own extinction." Baba Yaga replied.
