Today, I saw my brother ravaging a planet with his bare hands and slicing seventy-five moons with a swing of his sword. He likes to show off like that. The enemies didn't have a chance. Sometimes I think he is just inconsiderate for the living.
Mother once told us that she was once an etherian, and through a challenge against all odds and gods, she became an ethernal. Beings who have escaped life and death, and decide their own destiny (figuratively, as we do not have fate). But she never said to make a weak case for lifeforms.
I would punish Antrax myself if I could, but mother forbids confrontation via ulterior motives between us three. And she does not seem to care enough to do something herself either.
A duel with war itself would certainly be majestic.
I ought to organize a scheme.