War is organized murder, and nothing else.
It does not determine who is right—Only who is left.
It is well that war is so terrible, otherwise we would grow too fond of it.
Every thing that could see and breathe was staring at the sky.
Not because the sky was pretty or anything. But because, on the sky, the live telecast was going on.
A big white colored planet was visible in the sky and right now, that big white planet was empty.
"Everyone."
A heavy voice rang around the cosmos and everyone knew the voice.
It was the same voice that announced the date and time of the war yesterday. It was the voice of The Supreme One.
"I, as you all call me, am the Supreme One. Today is the day of the War. The Final War. The long awaited War that everyone was waiting for. Are you ready?!"
"Why is he talking like a Commentator?" A woman muttered.
"Oh? You asked something, lady?" The Supreme One heard the woman.
