He wanted to know who fought, what they fought over, and how a war involving beings like the Ancestral Trees left so many of them dead or struggling to survive.
He could always ask the Omnithar Genie... it lived through that period and wouldn't refuse his questions.
'Leave those questions for another time, Levi.'
The Titan's elderly voice interrupted his thoughts before he could voice them.
"Learning about that horrible period will do you little good right now..." The old man's gaze lingered on the house Ash'Kral entered. "You already carry enough. Focus on what still needs your help."
Levi fell quiet.
Images of Heliodor surfaced in his mind... smoke rising over familiar streets, wounded survivors crowding treatment areas, Fang laughing amid the destruction.
His curiosity slowly lost its urgency.
The Titan was right... Levi still had people to protect, and Na'thir's three dogs gave him plenty to worry about without adding an ancient war to the pile.
