I’ve been around since mankind crawled out of caves.
Since humans gathered in loose groups and wandered the land, I’ve followed their progress closely. Listening. Waiting for opportunities. Knowing early technology would aide my efforts pitting one civilization against another.
I’ve been dressed up as a point of pride and honor. I gather rage among people like harvesting grain in fields of fear. Sometimes, I’m the first reaction. Sometimes, I’m the last reaction.
I come cloaked in national piety and greed. A harbinger of death. Men have died because of me throughout eternity.
Who am I?
The answer is war.