War Priest Akrile,

You will have received two earlier missives about the Worlds' Fair. This latest report will cover the series of events that happened after Bataoac's tumultuous attendance crushed the festivities.

On the 2nd of Scarlatan, 805 AF, Lord Aegis deigned to reveal Himself atop the Aegean Keep after the earth reacted to His presence upon the Prime Material Plane with a disquieting rumble. Cloaking Himself with the aura of Divinity, He addressed the entirety of Sapience, speaking of conflict and its inevitable rise as mortal nature fuelled the ambitions of men.

"Regardless of its medium, conflict reigns eternal," the God of War declared, "An inevitable presence, it is a means to foster growth, fuel passion, grant meaning to an existence, or to simply survive."

As if it were rallying to the words of the Supreme Commander, the land started roiling and heaving rampantly, setting off multiple avalanches that claimed several casualties.

Undeterred, or perhaps it was far beneath His attention, Lord Aegis forged on, His voice of authority sending chills down my back as He uttered: "I draw from you, Sapience, the latent power gathered within; a silent witness to the rampage of armies and the deluge of blood shed from recent conflict, heed My will and relinquish what is Mine."

In an impressive exercise of power, the Lord of Warfare ripped away His prize from the crusted mantle of the world. Spectacular fountains of blood spurted up into the heavens, but it did not fall to the ground.

Defying gravity, the streams of blood pooled into a swirling sphere of essence that hovered over Sapience like a second sun. The sheer magnitude of the display stunned me, but the moment was interrupted by a violent quake that surged through the Seat of Chaos.

I left the marshalling yard for a swift reconnaissance, initially believing it to be the start of a raid but was soon apprised of the actual situation. Triggered by circumstances, the altar to Warfare in the Central Market of Ashtan had imploded, unleashing its store of energy that swept through the streets. Eko, our Aegean Squire, was thankfully uninjured by the blast.

Even as dust choked the surroundings, a crimson glow-

Penned by My hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 805 AF.