In the aftermath of shocking revelation after revelation, the entire room needed a moment to sit down and take a breather.
The racial war in Tayar had been raging for tens of thousands of years longer than anyone in here had been alive.
But now, they were learning that it had all started because of monumental boredom and an accident?
All of the blood that had been spilled, the children who had lost their parents and the victims whose bodies had been taken from them… It was all done in the name of twelve gods who couldn't care less about those who lived below.
It was maddening.
To those in the upper realm, they were insignificant. But in Tayar these belief systems were everything.
And now, for those in this room, they were nothing.
An entire cultural pillar had crumbled to dust in an instant.
While Taira wrestled with his own annoying headache, he heard movement from behind him.
