The Epicenter watched. It always watched. It wondered. It listened. It felt a slight disturbance on the southern edge of Arcalla. It could tell that this could escalate. It predicted over 7,000 lives could be lost, if it went badly. The Epicenter sent thoughts into the minds of those involved. “I wish to do no harm. I wish to do no harm. I wish to do no harm.” And, as always, problem solved. The Epicenter moved on to the next problem.