As the Warlord observed the portal close, leaving behind the elementals' angered army, he predicted the future that awaited him and his people. He did not believe that the clash between the two groups was a lone incident, but the beginning of a long and bloody conflict.. Of that, he was sure.
The elemental ancestors of the spatial, dark and light essence were the ones who had framed his people, as shown by their intentions in either silencing them, or using the infighting to gather authority among the elemental army's leaders.
Knowing this, he could imagine what kind of conversations were being had among their enemy's ranks. Voices that twisted obscure lies just enough for them to sound like convenient truths, painting them as the invaders who, just like all cultivators before them, desired to treat the peaceful elemental race not as a community with whom they needed to coexist, but as a bountiful crop awaiting harvesting.