Chapter 94: The Hidden Lore
"Alright then." Zagion said with a nod. "I'll need a secure place to sit in before I explain why the C-word is so dangerous to announce."
The seneschal of the Era Agents, known as Zagion, was in Kay's presence. Since Zagion was right before Kay, Kay had the potential to gain unobstructed access into his very mind. If the Zerg Overcommander so decided, he could reach out to Zagion and pull whatever information he needed from the gilanian's mind within that very moment. But alas, there were two factors that prevented Kay from doing so. One of which was to refrain from interfering with a promise that was made by a protoss. The templar known as Xidion wanted Zagion's era agents to grant asylum to Baroness Tak's surviving refugee population, and deliver them to a place that is safe from Gollog's rule. The second factor was that Zagion had asked for Kay not to probe his mind for the information his head contained during their first meeting.
With a sigh, Kay nodded. "Alright. Let's see if my swarm can find you a seating arrangement in a more private area. When will your agent guys begin relocating Tak's refugees?"
"We can start right now. However, as it pains me to realize that you had been exposed to secret information without my knowing, I suppose I should tell you the full breadth of the nature of Kiln and its Prison system." Zagion said with a deeply annoyed sigh. "However great my reservations of telling you this information, I have the feeling that you will figure out this information on your own anyhow, and I won't be able to stop that from happening."
Kay raised an eyebrow at Zagion. "And you'd tell me this why?"
Zagion sighed tiredly. "Oh... I suppose it's because I want to prevent angering your swarm and becoming your enemies again. I have the foresight to understand that you and your swarm are dangerous, and that you would be the death of us if we continued to try and remove you from the timeline. We did that once already and we suffered for it, after all. It is also stated in the annexes of our collective history that you said to Gollog you wanted to leave the Kiln Prison System. Is this correct?"
Kay nodded. "More than ever. However, I have to ask." Kay pointed at Zagion. "How did you know about the parts you weren't there for?"
Zagion looked around before answering Kay. "Mm. I suppose I should tell you. Let's reconvene somewhere and continue this."
Kay shrugged. "Fine by me."
Minutes later, and the refugee relocation efforts had begun. Baroness Tak was agitated from the news that the fate of her people was now being put into the hands of the era agents, yet she had very little means of controlling her people, nor had the means to calm or pacify them. With detestation, she agreed to the relocation of her people, under the condition that she, as well as her retinue and friends, left last. The feederlings had did their best to drain the toxic necrostorm fluid from the deepest part of the refugee's cavern spaces, though the sight of their saviors left the refugees panic-stricken, especially upon the underground island platforms that once had the suddenly ill gilanians that heard of Gollog's announcement.
Tak's protestations notwithstanding, Kay now had the unpleasant opportunity to learn why there are only gilanian clones in the Kiln Prison system.
A table and two chairs, pilfered from Tak's ruined refugee camp and delivered to a private cave, was populated by the zerg's overcommander and the Era Agency's seneschal. Kay raised a hand at Zagion and gestured to him. "Alright. Let's begin with the most obvious question I have in mind. What is the purpose of the Kiln Prison System and its clone population, and how did it began? You may begin at your leisure."
After a ten second pause that was followed by a sigh, Zagion began. "My era agents had spent meticulous time trying to understand the nature of the Kiln Prison system. All clones ended up dying from the secrets they learned, due to the fact that their nature is inexorably tied to the Kiln Prison System. Even my own era agents are prone to this weakness, for they too are clones."
Kay tilted his head. "Would this mean you are a clone too?"
Zagion nodded. "Quite."
"Then how are you not dying, since you seem to know of this perilous secret apparently?" Kay pressed.
"Simple." Zagion clasped his hands together. "I had a medical operation which removed all of the medical micro-machines from my body. Sadly, it made me sterile and very much mortal, but it is only a small price to pay when it comes to understanding the nature of the prison system we are in. For all intents and purposes, the procedure has made it so that the prison system thinks I am dead."
Kay nodded. "Oh. Quite clever."
"Thank you." Zagion readjusted his posture. "But as for the reason WHY there are clones in a prison system in the first place, I'm afraid the information I discovered is quite fragmented. Supposedly, in the furthest annals of Kiln's history, ten gilanians were given immortality upon their hatching and were groomed for the positions of caretakers of the prison system. These Immortal Ten, The Wardens, The Precursor Lords of Kiln, managed the prison system. They were given insurmountable power and control over the gilanian clone population, which ranged from wielding the sun's rays to create a smiting attack, to the command of the Kiln Keepers, to the activation of the reclamation protocol, and several other powerful commands.
"From the scant information my agents retrieved from The Wardens' conversations, we discovered that there is a planet outside of the Kiln Prison System. A planet which happens to contain non-cloned gilanians. These naturally-hatched gilanians apparently suffered an age of strife that threatened their way of existence. Through some intense brainstorming, the rich and aristocratic gilanians settled on creating an artificial world that would house their prison system. These highborn gilanians were responsible for all that you see today. ...Well, perhaps excluding your existence."
"Obviously." Kay flatly replied.
"Anyway..." Zagion continued. "From what I am able to piece together, the purposes of the Kiln Prison System is quite unorthodox, but effective. On the gilanian homeworld, their law system states that if no evidence is provided for the accused or defending parties, then the parties involved would be put into stasis while samples of their flesh would be used to produce their clones. Once their clones are introduced to the Kiln Prison System, oftentimes forcing the female egg-laying population to form the clones within their very bodies. The clones of the accused, and sometimes the defendants, would then be carefully analyzed. If enough evidence has been gathered, then the verdict will determine whom is guilty and whom is innocent.
"The clones hatched within the Kiln Prison System would eventually grow to become near-exact duplicates of their parents, save for some differences in emotional behavior or a lack of unimportant memories due to uncontrollable variables. But to explain this in an abridged description, the Kiln Prison System was created to weed out bad behavior from the gilanian population on their own homeworld. If an accused gilanian's clone was responsible for much criminal behavior within the Kiln Prison System, then the collected evidence provided would be used against the accused gilanian, and would receive the appropriate punishment in accordance to their law system.
"And that's basically what the Kiln Prison System is!" Zagion said with a grand gesture around himself. "Just one big artificial planet for clones to run around, whose parents' innocence and guilt are determined by their actions."
Kay nodded, grimacing from the details he learned from Zagion. "Fucking hell. These highborn gilanians must have a lot of resources at their disposal. Just create an entire planet to house prisoners that are also their own clones ..." Kay leaned forward. "What happens to the clones once a verdict is reached for the accused parties?"
"Apparently," Zagion said. "the clones remain in the prison system while their parents are either given the appropriate punishment or is released from custody."
Kay gestured behind himself. "So they let the clones to their own devices, regardless on how they live or die?"
"Exactly." Zagion replied.
Kay shook his head. "Uncanny..."
Zagion huffed. "I don't see why you should concern yourself over how we live and pass on from our mortal struggles. We're but copies of people you have never met."
Kay leaned back. "Well yeah, but..." After a pause, Kay looked back up at Zagion. "Clones or not, they are still people. YOU are still people. If a person doesn't have a right to live their own freedoms, just because they are a child or a clone that comes from a person that is either a criminal or an innocent, it doesn't mean that they should be subjected to the same treatment as their progenitors, regardless of the crimes."
Zagion hummed a chuckle. "I'm happy to hear that compliment, Kay." His expression then became stern. "But alas, your issue is with the highborns that built this system, and with The Wardens that once took care of the clone prisoner population."
Kay nodded. He then blinked. And then he looked at Zagion. "... Once? I'm going to assume Gollog was the reason everything went belly up."
Zagion sighed. "You wouldn't have to be a mind reader to figure THAT out, even when I know you are capable of reading minds anyway."
Kay smirked. "Oh, it's more like an impression I felt."
Zagion leaned forward. "Hundreds of years ago, The Wardens reached out to acquire apprentices. They did so in order to extend their control over Kiln's population. From what information we collected, there were several that had been chosen to accept the mantle of a warden, while a select few had great promise. From certain accounts gathered from multiple perspectives in similar timelines, we suspect that Gollog was groomed to be a new warden, but The Wardens discovered that Gollog's parental progenitor was convicted of a serious crime, and that physical evidence was discovered on their end. This knowledge destroyed Gollog's chances to become a warden.
"As you might expect, this had soured Gollog's spirit. So much so that he conspired to overthrow the Immortal Ten and become Kiln's absolute ruler. He was almost successful, but not before the Wardens took wind of his betrayal and decided to split their powers, denying themselves permission to use their own master commands. Later on, they gave a select number of gilanians permission to use them instead, which randomizes to a hatching or incubating gilanian upon their deaths. With those master commands spread out within the prisoner population, Gollog would find greater difficulty in becoming its ruler. It was an act of defiance that embittered Gollog, to say the least.
Zagion sighed. "Three hundred years ago, Gollog began setting down the cornerstones of his empire, using technology that once belonged to The Wardens. Are you familiar with the super cyborg mech suit?"
"You mean the giant robot that sort of looks like a blockier and squatier version of those tallish bipedal Kiln Keeper robots?" Kay asked.
"You mean the Peace Keepers? Quite so, in fact." Answered Zagion.
Kay nodded and sighed. "The word 'intimately' comes to mind."
"Well, that's one of the treasures that belongs to The Wardens. Or perhaps I should say 'once belonged'?" Zagion said.
Kay shook his head. "Why in the hell would those warden guys ever need a giant robot? Why would they need Kiln Keepers? Why would they need to weaponize their sun?"
Zagion grumbled as he looked at the cavernous ceiling. "The Kiln Prison System was built to support a population of clone prisoners, representing the entire population of all incarcerated gilanians in their homeworld. They figured that criminals can be smart when given the opportunity to adapt, and so have created a militaristic solution to prevent intellectual and genius gilanians from inventing a way to escape, or discovering a loophole that would free them. If there is anything I can say about the highborn gilanians that helped create this prison system, then I would say that they are very thorough about its design."
Kay nodded his head and looked down. "Yeah... So... About the reclamation protocol. Can it summon an ocean of silver water that fills all empty spaces of the Kiln Prison System?"
Zagion looked at Kay with a concerned expression. "... Yes. How do you know this?"
Kay sighed. "Oh... Let's say Gollog is the source for more than a few catastrophes and leave it at that."
Zagion stared at Kay for a few seconds before nodding knowingly. "Mm. I suspect answering with that would mean you have been involved in some time traveling information gathering."
Kay glared at Zagion. "Does that mean you're going to do something about it?"
A few seconds passed before Zagion sighed. "... No. Of course not. We learned of the dangers of trying to erase you from the timeline. To try that again would simply be inviting defeat for us all over again." Zagion pointed at Kay. "We already discovered the adaptation that enables you to infect people from different timelines, regardless if it is in a loop, in a line, or in a branch. The ability to... infest time itself? It's terrifying."
Kay raised an eyebrow. "... Well I'm glad you know how scary the zerg can be."
"Yes." Zagion nodded. "Which is one of the multitude of reasons why I have decided to help you and your swarm instead of deleting you from existence."
Kay's mind suddenly thought of something. He remembered a lengthy conversation he had with Gollog within the original timeline, which relates to cloning experimentation that resulted in Kragnon's origination. Despite having deep reservations from giving information freely to an enemy that has agreed to an uneasy truce, Kay's hunger for knowledge got the better of him. "... I don't suppose you are responsible for destroying any cloning facilities that are in this timeline, or in any neighboring timelines adjacent to our own?"
Zagion stared at Kay for two seconds before a smirk stretched his scaly lips. "... You might say we do. May I assume that Kragnon is doing well?"
"Well enough." Kay kept the answer brief. "Sadly, he's not the same these days. But that does bring up a question. How do you know of Kragnon? What is his relation with Gollog?"
"With careful research, and subtle sabotage." Zagion said, sighing. "We had acquired data revealing Gollog's plans to scour Kiln's clone population for their gifts. Thanks to his gifted immortality, he had all the time he needed to find the gilanians that inherited The Wardens' master commands. A few had already been targeted and had their commands subsumed by Gollog, while a lingering few still remains unaccounted for. We believe that Kragnon is, in fact, a clone of a clone that inherited a master command in the past. We discovered that the predecessor Kragnon derived from was becoming old and frail in his age. Fearing the loss of a master command, Gollog quickly whisked him away and took out his still-beating heart and placed it in life support. A genetic sample of the old gilanian's heart was then used to create the clone. Once the clone's clone was fully-formed, the old heart would be transplanted into the new clone, and the medical micro-machines in the old heart would be transferred into their new body, becoming fooled into believing that the inheritor of the master command had never died. These inheritors, sometimes called Reincarnates in the other timelines, have almost always became a problem for the entire Kiln Prison System should they ever become aware of their master commands.
"When we discovered that Gollog had created a cloning lab, I had sent my era agents to destroy it. However, we found out later that one of the clones had escaped and went into hiding, while Gollog believed that some rebel group was responsible for the sabotage of his cloning labs. It all worked well to cover our tracks and helped kept the continuity of our Era Agency. Little did we know that the surviving clone in question was actually Kragnon. We made several attempts to extract Kragnon and prevent Gollog from recapturing him. Alas, Kragnon was well hidden by the time we discovered records of his continued existence, and I suspected that one of Gollog's highly ranked henchmen had begun a long con to hide his presence from us. Ironically, we discovered later that Kragnon was put in stasis within the Hidden Water Spring Tribe's underground village around a hundred years ago. Considering that the average lifespan of a gilanian can be anywhere to fifty to eighty years, we had assumed he perished. Apparently, that was not the case. We found out later of Pallax's involvement with the Hidden Water Spring Tribe, but... well... we had no facts or evidence to connect his involvement with them, or his ties with Kragnon at the time. We would have traveled back in time and gathered Kragnon from from that underground village had we enough time and information to assist us. Sadly, we did not have both time nor information." Zagion finished.
Kay shook his head. "Pfeh! What a convoluted mess!"
Zagion growled. It seemed to be more directed at himself than at Kay. "I would agree with you, but no. Time travel is a weapon that is far more difficult to master and is much more convoluted than anything you might imagine. Half of it is guesswork, while the other half is dancing and acting in a play where you get to write the script, but risk the cessation of continuity and cannon events if done incorrectly. One mistake could result in preventing the birth of an important event that is vital to our existence or existence itself."
Kay chuckled and shook his head. "I'd rather avoid abusing time travel and prevent any time-related shenanigans. Unless I really have to."
Zagion looked up at Kay with a glare. "... My sources say that you had somehow accomplished such a feat. Sadly, they found no evidence of this, save for your zerg swarm's ability to infest the immediate divergent timelines."
Kay shrugged his shoulders as he smirked and leaned back in his seat. "Just zerg doing what zerg do best."
Zagion sighed. "Quite."
Kay took in a slow and deep breath before sighing. "... So uh... Did your era agents ever discover a way out of the prison system we're stuck in?"
Zagion shook his head and looked away. "The possible roads leading to freedom are fraught with consequences and reprimands. Any attempt to circumvent its system would risk self-destruction. Many timelines, involving a multitude of alternate agencies, became doomed. Any experimentation that results in escape of our prison system often yielded... incredibly unfavorable results."
Kay sighed. "Damn. I hoped that with Gollog's empire out of the picture, I can finally start trying to find an exit out of this prison system. Maybe then I might finally leave this place behind and never come back."
"Not to sound impolite, but I think that would be for the best." Zagion agreed.
Kay's expression softened as he looked up at the ceiling. "But how would I go about escaping this place? The zerg can leave the orbit of this world just fine, but it's getting past the weird barrier that's a problem for us. What was it called again? The veil?"
Zagion nodded and grunted. "The anti-quantum veil."
"Oh yeah. That." Kay looked at Zagion.
"That is its name. The anti-quantum veil, or simply 'the veil' as some people call it nowadays, prevents any kind of would-be astronauts from developing space-age technology capable of leaving the Kiln Prison System."
"Man." Kay said, shaking his head. "It's like these highborn gilanians want nothing to do with any of Kiln's clones."
Zagion developed a forlorn expression on his face. "They created us for the purposes of determining the final verdict in their court of law. We're just a means to an end."
Kay decided to change the subject. "Anyway, I don't suppose you guys know how to turn off or destroy the anti-quantum veil?"
Zagion chuckled as he shook his head. "We already know that the anti-quantum veil is maintained by a complex generator, which is in a hidden location. I can only assume that Gollog knows where it might be."
Kay raised an eyebrow at Zagion. "Does he now?"
Zagion shook his head. "I wouldn't know. This is only a hypothesis of mine."
"Hmm..." Kay placed a hand upon his chin and looked up in thought. "... I think I'll talk to that bastard emperor one final time. See if HE knows."
"Do you know where he even is?" Zagion asked.
Kay nodded. "I believe he's in the Sovereign Crypt."
Zagion sighed and smiled sadly. "Then he cannot be reached while he's safe there."
Sinister laughter escaped Kay's lungs. "That won't stop me from meeting him face-to-face for the last time."
Zagion stared at Kay for several seconds. "... I see. I keep forgetting how dangerous the zerg are."
"Where I come from, there is a saying about us. You can't out-think the swarm, you can't out-maneuver the swarm, and you certainly can't break the morale of the swarm. We're just that fucking scary." Kay said plainly.
"Mm." Zagion nodded. After a pause, he tilted his head. "Say. How will you reach Gollog?"
Kay stood up and grunted. "I'll fucking WALK to the Sovereign Crypt if I have to. I have my ways."
Zagion nodded again. "... Then I suppose we are done here."
Kay stretched his legs, wings and arms. "Seems like it! Before we part ways, I want to know something. How is Xidion doing?"
Zagion got up from his seat. "He keeps to himself, but... I think he longs for being with his own people again."
"I think we all do." Kay said as he turned away. "... And thanks for telling me everything I wanted to know."
"You are welcome." Zagion paused before something came across his mind. "Say, speaking of Xidion, I nearly forgot to ask something. Do you know what he eats? The only thing he requests from us is water and a sun lamp."
Kay chuckled. "The protoss completely subsists on fresh water and light. They don't need solid food."
Zagion blinked. "... Ah. Well. I suppose that explains why he doesn't have a mouth."
Kiln was an unusual place. The people that lived in the prison system had already guessed that it was an artificial world a long time ago, but this fact held true even before its inhabitants were even conceived. Potentially, if there had been any gilanian historians still alive during Kay's emergence, then they would have noted that the source of this information would had to have originated from the wardens themselves within the Kiln Prison System. However, the creation of the Kiln Prison System itself was set into motion long before its creation, its ideological conception being nothing more but a fever dream. However, the one responsible for the creation of the artificial world was inspired by a set of laws that was made to circumvent and prevent any new wars from destroying the gilanians and their ways.
These laws, as well as Kiln itself, was not greedily created by a despotic empire, like in Gollog's rule. It was carefully constructed by an enigmatic aristocratic branch of gilanian government from long ago.
The gilanian homeworld was a vibrant and milder desert world, situated as the fourth planet that orbited around its yellow sun. During its early history, the third planet within their solar system had been demolished completely by the passing of a rogue planet. This cosmic disaster sparked an unfathomable war that plagued the gilanians for many generations, going back as far as a million years ago. A hundred thousand years later, one gilanian rose up and invented a revolutionary and unique law system, creating a great era of peace that lasted for many several thousands of years. This system of law became similar to planet Earth's more esoteric governmental bodies. The gilanian style of ruling is a little different compared to many of Earth's governments, which contained five branches of government instead of the three that the United States of America follows, which shall be condensed and explained as thus:
The Municipal Testimony: The Municipal Testimony is represented by many of the middling and lower classes of the gilanian people, whose voices carry the word of any laws that become added, changed, or removed. If there happened be to any laws created to affect the middle and lower class gilanians, then they would most certainly take great measures to ensure that the laws are understood before they are passed or vetoed. They have some power in creating new laws, but it is rare for laws created by them to be instigated into their gilanian government. Failing that, they can also vote for which laws are to be policed and how much they should be policed.
The Aristocratic Firm: The Aristocratic Firm represents much of the gilanians that are from high social standings, which often includes the nobility, the aristocracy, and even royalty on some occasions. Much of the individuals that make up The Aristocratic Firm are responsible for providing consumer demands and employment positions to the gilanian population at large, which can range to producing foods or creating a product of convenience. The gilanian aristocracy tends to gain an exorbitant amount of currency through their marketing practices. However, by regularly donating a surplus of funding, such as to the scientific communities for example, the gilanian's level of industrial development can skyrocket immensely, benefiting the entire gilanian race.
The Jury of Judges: A branch of the gilanian government system that is quite similar to Earth's judicial branch of government. They ensure that the laws created, reviewed and changed are made to be easily understood by all governmental branches and the entire gilanian civilization. They are tasked to review any new laws in order to decide if they are fair in nature. If a law is considered unfair, then the Jury of Judges would attempt to convince the other gilanian government branches of the issues the law would bring if it was ever put into effect. If they are unsure if the law is fair, then the law would be extensively practiced until they reached a verdict.
The Ideal Hierarch: The position of the Ideal Hierarch is led by a singular gilanian of an ancient royal line, which is typically led by the eldest and most capable of gilanians that can range between archdukes, archduchesses, kings, queens, emperors, and empresses. Their rule ensures that the relations between the differing gilanian factions remain friendly and profitable. However, if a royal gilanian is incapable of commanding the position of the Ideal Hierarch, or if the royal gilanian has their position challenged by another gilanian of royal descent, then the new and capable gilanian of royal birth will take up the position as the new Ideal Hierarch. Even though this branch of the gilanian government system lacks any similarity to Earth's executive branch of government, there is another type of gilanian government branch that includes a voting system that makes it so the popular votes would choose a military protector to lead it.
The Anointed Authority : To create an example as to what the Anointed Authority is similar to, one could say that being the Anointed Authority relates similarly to the merging of all the highest positions in military, diplomacy and religion. Think of it like the positions of a president and a pope/popess becoming one central role. As such, the Anointed Authority tends to be a public figure that is generally liked among much of the gilanian population. When a militaristic leader is needed, the gilanian population would vote, or 'anoint', a single gilanian of incredible tactical prowess to be their chosen leader of their gilanian executive government. Everyone that had ever been chosen for the position of the Anointed Authority typically ranged from someone of the lower class of gilanian society, to even someone of royal echelons. Unlike the aristocracy that normally concerns itself with money and resources, the Anointed Authority is tasked with the defense of the gilanian people first and foremost. After all, it was by the choice of the gilanian people that decided who would mandate their protection. Asides from being the chosen representative that safeguards their race, it is traditional for the Anointed Authority to also oversee most of the negotiation and ratification of treaties between two or more parties, as well as to oversee most ceremonial practices both modern and ancient.
This system of government, called the Priority of Uhuzhen, named so after a farmer that was tired of battling soldiers that kept spilling blood into her crops, was fiercely enforced following the end of the gilanian civilization's most savage war. Hundreds of thousands of years had passed following the creation of this style of government. The creation of the Priority of Uhuzhen resulted in many new laws being added, reviewed, changed and removed in order to ensure that the gilanian population still continues to develop in their industry, while refraining from resorting to petty and long-term wars. Especially when such wars had the potential to develop into world wars.
However, in the later years of gilanian civilization, crime was quickly becoming a serious issue. So much so that such abundance of crime would be regarded as the Decline of Justice in gilanian history. The meticulous law and government system that the gilanians had enacted many years ago was being circumvented, and many feared that rebellion would destroy and erase their way of life in a great upheaval. However, there was one aristocratic gilanian in particular that had an idea to solve their civilization's most harrowing crime problem in their recent history.
On a world covered with warm sands and filled with abundant foliage and water, it was considered a slightly gentler world when compared to the artificial world known as the Kiln Prison System. This other world was known by another name, and it was called Gilazonica.
On this world there was a lavish mansion, one of several many that dotted the surface of this planet, was in the epicenter of a ceremonial celebration. It looked like a skyscraper had its exterior modeled after a medieval castle, which was also designed to hold a few runways and helipads for the arrival and takeoff of planes and helicopters respectfully. Various balconies were lined with outdoor gardens that contained many exotic flowers and bushes, bio-engineered to show off their pinnacle of elegance, beauty, and grace. Several gilanians wearing either tacky dresses or ceremonial garb were attending many of the mansion's lavish dancing halls. It was decorated in several ribbons and disco balls of metallic coloration that are of copper, silver, gold, and blue chromes.
At the top of a winding staircase was a gilanian that wore an attire of high-quality regal threads, bearing the striking and vibrant colors of red and blue with frayed gold on the folds and edges of his clothing. He smiled down at the gathered masses of several gilanians, each one belonging to a walk of life he may never understand, but otherwise tolerated, enjoyed, and sometimes celebrated. This gilanian in particular is the owner of the skyscraper castle that hosted this soiree.
His hand was raised to cut the music and bring the room's attention to himself. Once the crowd noticed their host, he began speaking. "I want to say to you all, welcome. As many of you know, this day marks the hundredth thousandth year that our glorious nations began to band together and do away with petty grudges. The consensus our ancestors made determined that war is not profit, profit is not resources, resources are not expendable, expenditure is not progress, and progress is not war. In turn, they formed what became known to us as The Priority of Uhuzhen."
A/N: I reeeeeeeeally want to play Kingdom Hearts 3. XV