[The only reaction from Dhaos was that he is clearly no longer amused. He remained quiet for a long moment before he again rises to his feet.]

Why do I wage these wars? Why do I feel it necessary to do what must be done? I struggle against those who would sooner drive away those they deem a monster at a swords' tip than try to understand their own actions. Spoiled children who play with toys they cannot hope to control wisely! These toys, the magitech, consumes mana, the very source of life and magic in the world.

[With a wave of his hand, torches around the throne room burst to life, illuminating the room and the ornate archs that decorate it. As well as the thousands of clay demons, beholders, golems are more of Dhaos's monstrous legion that remain perched high like gargoyles keeping watch. Furthermore, higher above, was a huge planetary mass hovering in orbit out in space.

Was it an actual sight? Or merely a projection.]

I war with Garlemald so that I may protect my world and my people. Had they listened to me and abandoned magitech, this war wouldn't be necessary.
If you really are a hero protecting innocent lives, what would you do to save your world?