"It's fortunate that it can't be done. You've overestimated humanity," the elderly mage said quietly. "If it was achievable, there's no need for Evil Gods—humans would destroy themselves in a decade."
Joshua was not angered in return. How could he not be aware? The precursor case that was the world of Simboa remained, and the warrior naturally understood that before all humans developed sagely set of morals, making powerful supernatural abilities available to all equated to self-destruction.
Still, it was slightly better to destroy oneself than being vanquished by Evil Gods. Joshua knew well that he had became a little consumed by his preparations against those Chaos entities in days to come, but what else could he do? Even if he would become powerful enough to fight a few of them at once, the citizens of Mycroft needed their own power in the face of Evil Gods invasions.
