Many are filled with thoughts of light. They dream of the sun, hoping that tomorrow will bring the day that it finally rises. I also see blood. Just as many would soon see the world consumed in all-out war. A few even think it will all be worth it even if both races perish.

[The contempt in his voice is clear and his face hardens, his eyes darkening until the pupils seem to consume the irises. The massacre of Darkhaven is still fresh in Ushahin's mind. That was what war had brought to his homeland: nothing but a lot of death and destruction.]

Young fools, every single one. None of them have ever seen what a real war would do.