"You don't know, either!" Felih finally turns around, eyes brimming with tears as he shakes and throws a hand out to the side, frustration burning in his chest. "You can look down on us all you want, but in the end, you created a primal who required more and more sacrifice to provide anything! If your primal was truly so pure, so omnipotent, it could have truly restored balance without ever needing such sacrifices and offerings! But a primal is a primal no matter the source- it will consume the aether until there is nothing left to give! No matter what a primal aims or is intended to provide- it will drain all the world around it in the end!"

"To be tempered is to do everything to keep that primal alive, and that means to keep it existing, the sacrifices would never end!"