The Monk.

'If that God is not interfering in anyone's business, then why does that old man want me to provoke him?'

Ozul went silent as he began to ponder. Unless he had a better understanding of the situation, he wouldn't be able to make sense of Old Gu's actions.

"Are you still certain about your decisions?" He asked Ember. 

"That... is a difficult question. Staying neutral wasn't a choice," she heaved a sigh.

They were still left in the dark about the most important matters. After all, they weren't sure of the reason why this war was waged in the first place.

"It wasn't?" Ozul looked at her, confused. 

Even in a war this massive in scale, the scattered Realms far away from these mature ones wouldn't feel anything amiss. If someone like Ember really wanted to get away from everything and spend some 200 hundred years in a Broken Realm, no one would stop her.

Yet, she stayed and even picked a side as soon as she was presented with the choice.