143: God's Rage? (2)

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The scorching heat of the sun lit upon hundreds of corpses, sprawled all over the surroundings of Eden Kingdom's capital city. Colorless skin, dried up blood tinge with dirt with a hint of violent massacre painted the lifeless bodies on the ground.

As the war continued, a song begun to spread. A war song very familiar to some, a song that details the tragedy of war. But this song was hymned by the knights, the Apostles themselves; Foretelling their might and their experience with death, their savagery and bravery.

And so it was sung:


In anguish we uplift   

A new unhallowed song:
The race is to the swift;
The battle to the strong.

. . .

In crime should live and act,
If cunning folk say sooth
Who flay the naked fact
And carve the heart of truth.

The rulers cry aloud,

"We cannot cancel war,
The end and bloody shroud
Of wrongs the worst abhor,
And order's swaddling band:
Know that relentless strife
Remains by sea and land
The holiest law of life.
From fear in every guise,
From sloth, from lust of pelf,
By war's great sacrifice
The world redeems itself.
War is the source, the theme
Of art; the goal, the bent
And brilliant academe
Of noble sentiment;
The augury, the dawn
Of golden times of grace;
The true catholicon,
The blood-bath of the race."

. . .

In many mountains pass,
Or meadow green and fresh,
Mass hall encounter mass
Of shuddering human flesh;
Opposing ordnance roar
Across the swaths of slain,
And blood in torrents pourI
n vain— always in vain,
For war breeds war again!

The shameful dream is past,
The subtle maze untrod:
We recognize at last
That war is not of God.

. . .


Due to the Apostles' greater number of experts, the Imperial Soldiers and the Private Soldiers have suffered a greater loss than imagined. The King's face scrunched up, placid and humorless.

"W-Wouldn't those beasts do more damage on my men than help?!" He was a far cry from a calm King that he should be, glaring down on Duran's handsome countenance whose expressionless face was as stern as could be while his stubby finger pointed towards the crawling and flying beasts.

"Sire." Duran sighed. "What use is it for you to make a fuss? If you cannot bear no more, you have the authority to call back your people. However, I advise you to stick with pushing the fight as far can be, for the beasts mayhaps provide you some hope. Trust your Generals, especially when you have no more walls to lean on."

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