Almost forgot, today was also time to ask for monthly tickets! If you have any, please support me!)
Honestly, we hadn't come here to learn how the local natives fought interstellar wars with feudal-era productivity, nor were we interested in how many interstellar wars they had fought. Our mission was to search this world right under the Fallen Apostle's nose and find the artifact the Star Domain God Race had left here, or any clue related to that artifact left behind by the fallen scout. But I was quickly drawn in by the history Ron was recounting, because I liked stories. The Dark Moon War sounded far more interesting than those divine and demonic wars where people fought to the death on a single planet: before they had even fought the Gods into existence, they were already flinging lightning bolts around on alien worlds...
Ron had just reached the events before the earliest Dark Moon War. Back then, Earth and the moon had not yet become enemies. The two planets had been connected by a legendary long bridge, and Dark Moon had not yet been called Dark Moon. It had been a habitable planet that sounded perfectly normal—not the grimy black snowball hanging in the sky now, looking as though it had been heavily polluted. Like every less-than-pleasant myth, that peaceful pastoral age eventually came to an end: war broke out between two races that had always had their differences. According to the Surface Dwellers, the Original Sinners struck first and slapped humanity across the face. But history was not necessarily fair, so as an outsider, I did not care who fired the first shot. In any case, the Mountain Barbarians known as the Original Sinners sounded like a vicious bunch. Faced with the allied forces of every race in