The general consensus was that the situation could have a certain spillover affect. It was clear that at no point should we agree on going to war, or even enter into combative strategies. There was nothing here, in this land, or power, that either the creatures of the underworld or the overworld desired. Merely the grounds for battle were likely to spill into the middleworld of the people. And yet this solid ground, held nothing of the powers or the abilities that the other ethereal, elemental, lands contained. The elements of the wind and fire had ravished the land, springing from the air, while water and earth rose from the depths. The pilgrims were never invited to partake in this war of power, and they were never considering to do anything but watch from their precarious outpost. A formal lifestyle of the most basic knowledge in the physics, primordial magiks, and philosophy, gained the pilgrims no advantage in battle and posed no threat to those who seeked eternal such advantage. This age however spelt the permanent destruction of the pilgrims, and so they sought counsel

In a most unfortunate series of events in the lead up to the last great rite of the overworld a free spirit was banished to the land of the pilgrims. Wings clipped, and sent to an unpowerful land, a battle spirit with a chosen path of peace had been struck with an immortal life amongst the pilgrims. this being, your dear narrator, and editor, was sought by the pilgrims to assist in their counsel. The plight was sincere, not to war, for battle was feutile, but merely a survival of the species. A survival of intelligence; a struggle that i knew would be long and eventually unfruitful.

'It shall not be this way...' the pilgrims insisted. Although the more i explained the weaker their conviction. The possibility of the total destruction, the coming of a non-existent period, for the world that the pilgrims used as a platform for their lives was indeed nothing short of a certainty. The world that separated the high and the low was a bride that was indeed expendable. the separation kept the great powers apart and therefore sublimated. knowledge, in its completion, becomes the absolute power and this is what the high and the low sought. the aims of this coming war were clear. to destroy the gap between the high and the low and to become the defining force of the unity. to rule the completeness that set contrast to the void. to own and live in the whole that was set apart from the nothing that surrounded existence. The pilgrims were worried. They had every right to be worried. Not only did their livelihoods come under the threat of extinction, but the entire history of the world - of the universe they contrived to live within was facing a complete reversal. An undoing, an unmaking.

In the hopelessness of the situation no one counsel member would come to terms with these facts that were stated before them. Their great academics taught them otherwise. While their mathematicians told counsellors that these things i described were possible, in the reality of the world, the presence of spirits can be whittled into another equation. Their philosophies would not deny the existence of others, but focused on their very own existence. In a certain coherence their lives could be taken, this they were in agreeance, but history itself could not, and would not be unwound. I knew otherwise.

At this point the city came under attack. Ancient machinary of the pilgrimage thundered overhead in the sky, and great wheeled monstrosities sped across the land. This antiquated battle had long dissapeared from the pilgrims now peaceful life; without enemies amongst them, the time for crusades had passed. This unseen machinary passed throughout the pilgrims cities and destroyed nothing but automated machinery that walked and talked. Panic would of course strike the pilgrims and screams ring out across the land. Yet nothing was heard. The machinery made not a sound, cities fell silent; people had seemingly fallen asleep and remembered to turn off their computers. This sublimation of silence befell the surrounds drawing forever nearer to the counsel. All eyes turned to me. This i knew, was a time when i should act.

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