The Sword of Civilization and Unyielding Ambition

Is truth perfected in collapse, or stretched in a spiral? Does the continuation of civilization rely on unyielding ambition or wisdom? I woke up underground and opened my eyes to see the world: Guns, cannonballs, prosthetics, mechas, starships; powers, crystals, awakenings, charioteers, gods; civilization still exists, and gods are never far away. This is a tragic song of "broken town" and also a war song of "unyielding"!