The battle is its own purpose. You do not ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Do not ask why I fight. It was the grand coronation of death.
War is a series of disasters which result in a winner.
In fact, if anything, I am the prod. This moon's Evermoore event promises to be a real adventure to remember. Check the water for nasties before leaning way, way over to drink. Leave the camping blankets at home, wussies. Campfires generate heat.