The god from above placed something at the top part of the world. It was something powerful and unimaginable.
'It,' spoke.
The light beam that descended from the heavens can be seen from everyone in the whole world.
Everyone ran towards that light. It was like a marathon between everyone in the world as they fought towards that light.
And finally, a successor, a human reached the very peak all alone and entered the light.
And what was in front of her was a being that transcends all of reality. That is, god itself.
The god spoke before she could. "One question, one wish."
She then wished for the war to end and retain the honor that all of the races once had. "World Peace, in her own words."
The god with a single tap, created a giant ripple that surrounded the whole entire world. And everyone dropped their weapons as they heard what she wished for.
Her wish was granted. But the next one was something that she didn't think of.
She thought of thousands of questions, but the question that she asked was something that the minds of the free were thinking about.
"Why do we exist?" She asked.
The god looked like it smiled under the guise of his pure white aura. And words came out of it mouth. To this day still unknown.
But the human who told the story could only cry as he heard the story. "Gods are pitiful beings aren't they?"
And with that, she returned and began to explain to everyone what she saw, but never what it said.
And so, the questions beneath all that mystery was something that the world demanded to know. That knowledge, that vast amount of power and the status of god.
They wanted to see what she saw, and they wanted to hear what she heard.
So war ensues.
And so the cycle continues.
One question, one wish.
And a great war, for the reward of monarchy.
That's how the world functioned for all those years of wars.
Thousands, or even more than that.
This is a world of magic, swordsmanship and in the end, those who are the strongest, may claim the greatest reward.