Protestant Church (Second Update)

Anyone with even a little knowledge of Kamar-Taj knew that they were a band of thugs perpetually at war. The logic of a peaceful society simply did not apply to them. But anyone who looked deeper would understand that this state was not without cause, nor was it some lingering result of soldiers' PTSD. Even in the most peaceful years, Salomon had witnessed Arcanists sacrifice themselves with his own eyes—Arcanists he had never met, fighting to the death on battlefields in the Outer Dimensions. Arcanists who had endured such brutal sacrifices found it difficult to accept the peaceful mindset of ordinary people, especially those like Salomon, direct disciples of the Sorcerer Supreme who had received the true inheritance. In the eyes of Kamar-Taj Arcanists, the flames of war had never been extinguished. Instead, they had burned ever more fiercely with time—Cassilius was the representative of the radical Arcanists, and Salomon had absorbed some of his ideas, more or less. Among the younger generation of Arcanists, only Mordo and a few others were devoted to training new blood for Kamar-Taj. Most of the rest were passionate about fighting.

The Venerable One had made no comment on this state of affairs. After all, Kamar-Taj had always been a war machine.

Wanda did not like war. War had brought endless pain to her and her family. Yet faced with the prophecy Salomon had revealed, she had no choice but to join this war. Still, she intended to minimize civilian casualties as much as possible. "Isn't facing those monsters the duty of people like us, spellcasters?" She frowned as the sea wind blowing through the gaps in the duct tape stole away her warmth. "Let professionals handle professional problems. Hasn't that always been your philosophy?"

"No. My philosophy has always been that humanity can