Arms, weapons, a higher civilization-- all of those are meaningless in front of an absolute power. Thousands of years ago, they waged wars against each other. For territory, for food… for dominance. And by the end of it, on the brink of mutual destruction, they found peace with each other.
And never once did war show itself again to their doorsteps. There were hidden and secret conflicts that led to bloodshed, but not to the point where lives would be lost at the millions once again.
The war happened because one thinks they were better than the other. But in the front of a being that surpasses all their arms, their weapons, and their technology-- how would one even start a war?
Supreme Minister J'kub's mouth had been completely dry for almost a minute now; his eyes reflecting the screams and shrieks of the man being burned alive in front of a thousand people.
