Epic: The Slaughter
It was a tragedy. Millions upon millions of men poured into a war that had no meaning, a meatgrinder of machines and men where lives were short and pointless. Tens of thousands died in pointless charges against machines of death, guns and tanks and bombs and fortresses. Mother mourned their sons that never returned, wives their husbands, and children their fathers. A million deaths over a minor squabble between petty rulers. It was no honorable fight, and there was no truce and no peace, just endless lines of men charging into battles that were mockeries of honor and courage.
The gods of war wept.
Cayvie:
The One Who Kills claims domain over the petty rulers making people do things.