When you absolutely positively most sincerely need to have a war but you haven't had one in ages and you've been maintaining your peaceful utopia with a secret system of selected murderings rather than through the exercise of military strength and you don't even have nation states any more, you can't just go rushing in, you need your emperors and kings and psychopaths and corrupt officials and ideologues and messianic figureheads and rogue assassins and ressurected classical warriors to sort things out so we get a good clean war. High drama indeed as the politics and philosphies and social structures cast about in some confusion over how exactly to go about kiling lots of people who disagree with you about some incredibly fundamental things, all told thorugh the shiningly intelligent and certified insane mind of murderer and torturer and cannibal and devoted worshipper of an incarnated God from abother universe, Mycroft Canner.