Chapter 25Millions dead. Dozens of millions mutilated, wounded, hungry and homeless. Scorched fields, demolished houses, desolate hearths. The Great War was what they named it. Destinova watched as every ounce of delicate knowledge and every gracious skill which he had patiently gifted and passed down onto them through centuries turn into an instrument of malevolence in the blink of an eye. They inflicted pain on each other, killed without mercy, trapped in a beastly undertaking to exterminate each other. The machines which were given to them so that they could feed themselves almost effortlessly, so that they could create value and ease their everyday burdensome labor, the medicine and familiarity with the elements which they were blessed with to extend their longevity, all of this was ir
