The war was about to end. As the Novierians made their final stand against the divenoes, the Novierian Leader stood in a conference room with his advisers.
"We can't do that! Once we use Migaitt, it will release a giant pulse throughout our galaxy! Think of what kind of damage that can cause!" One adviser telepathed rather angrily.
"Not to mention once we use that, we can't use it again against other threats for many years to come!" Another rebutted.
"We have to do it! Don't you see?! Our homeland is being invaded, and they're practically almost through our first line! If we don't destroy their planet, we're finished!" Avaith, a black skinned Novierian shushed all telepathy with his empowering aura. The advisers looked at each other, began to discuss smaller things like what kind of effect it would have on everything.
"Avaith, are you sure about this? Once Migaitt is used as the Talrn spear, we won't have that same amount of control over it for years to come. ... and if we do use it, those other races out there will surely take notice..." A adviser reasoned. Avaith nodded, knowing his decision was the best thing to do at the moment.
They had known of the other races for quite some time. How they managed to get in this intergalactic war with the divenoes without them knowing has been a miracle thus far. Every person in that room knew that the moment they destroyed the Divenos would be when they had to finally noticed.
"... We have to. We must. If we don't survive now, there will be no future! We have been living under the presumption that those higher powers out there are stronger than us! We've been here abiding our time not daring to go out into space except for war! If we can't survive this, then what the crap will we have to show for when THEY show up? Nothing! They'll see the Divenoes'!" Avaith raised up the final argument, as the advisers relunctantly agreed one by one.
It was time that they ended their war. And begin another one with powers unknown...
