The overseer was indignant.

“Our part in this war is in response to the provocation of our enemies. We did not wish to fight.”

The Arbiter’s helmed head turned towards the scene of the battle, a mile away.

“Your forces are stronger and better trained. They know you will win this war, but they will not suffer defeat unless absolutely necessary. You can end this war today. They would not consider it.”

“Why must the war be ended? Surely your concerns are not for our people or theirs. We are but two nations among hundreds.”

“The lives of your people and those of your opponent are yours to destroy. There are other damages you will inflict. Your mages, as well as theirs, begin to meddle in forces they know not. "

The Arbiter faced the sky.

“My master is concerned with the well-being of the planet, and He will not see it scarred by mortal blunders. Allow me to make manifest His displeasure.”

With that, white wings unfurled from the armour, and the Arbiter leapt skyward, toward the distant battle.