It was merely a continuation of politics.
It was because interests demanded it.
For survival, it was about interests. For the strengthening of the race, it was also about interests.
For the throne of the One True God, it was likewise about interests!
But what if...
The enemy was simply too powerful.
So powerful that they did not even dare to become enemies with it.
In reality.
How many would actually dare to issue a challenge?
In the end.
All things considered... there was only the War God.
The War God seemed to have sensed the changes in the situation as well.
He had once sat high upon the Divine Seat, waiting for challengers. Now he had become a challenger himself, and to prepare, he had to stake everything.
He did not dare, nor could he, continue waiting.
The longer he waited.
The more hesitant he became.
He found himself sensing the changes in the world.
He sensed the growing number of people appearing across the planet, and the increasing number of existences that made him feel horrified.
He even felt trembling and fear rising from the depths of his soul.
If he continued allowing this feeling to spread.
Perhaps...
Before he truly took action.
His heart would already have admitted defeat.
That would not do!
The War God could only die in battle. He absolutely could not retreat.
Like a moth flying into the flame, embracing death to be reborn!
He had no choice but to launch the war ahead of schedule.
Sweeping across the world.
Pointing straight at that mysterious supreme existence!
Let it serve as a declaration of resolve.
That was simply the nature of his concept!
"If I lose... then that should be my best possible end. I have no regrets..."
The War God Altesch summoned