There once was a tale, a very long and arduous tale about a war that came to be thousands of years ago about beings who desired to live better despite their poisonous presence, all soil they walked on grew to kill any and all plants that desired to grow upon it, with fire that raged for years upon their first appearance, with trillions upon millions of armies and soldiers and the power of yggrialid which gave them the ability to control an unending fire and hundreds of other elements and finally, the suicidal idiots who fought such beings with nothing but whatever the fuck they managed to create or find in the battlefield.

And this is their tale on how they won with nothing but sheer bullshit and plot armour

ps: I'm adding fantasy so i don't have to explain much, if it's stupid but it works, then it ain't stupid