It was just a vial of poison, a dagger, a death of an old man that brought the orders to massacre villages and towns; and those orders sparked the beginning of a civil war.
The war gradually spread out, covering the whole nation. Soon after, the flames of conflict reached the neighboring countries.
In the end, not a single corner could find peace, nor could anyone escape the chaos that ensued.
—Exactly like the chaos that the Seven Sky Islands are facing now.
"Strictly speaking, it wasn't a war between the 'Church' and the 'Mage Tower.' It was a war of the Mage Tower against all anti-mage factions— the Church was merely the largest and the only one that persevered until the end,"
Flower Touch gazed out at the ocean through the window, sighing, "Actually, the views on this war varied even within Babel Tower.
"Because we all come from different camps. And our consensus was that we needed to try our best to prevent this needless war."
"Then... what about you, Flower Touch?"
