What experiences? Roughly every 100 years max every individual's memories and experiences are completely reset upon death, at which point they reincarnate into a new, innocent being. And culturally there isn't any "experience" either - As was the sweeping point at the end of 5.0, everything fades with time. Everything that has happened now will be lost to history, forgotten as the mountains tumble to dust and the edifices of this age wear to nothing. Not to mention, how many people fell to despair in moments in Endwalker? Transformed into monstrosities almost instantly by hopelessness? Did they not learn the right lessons?
I should think they would take significant comfort in the fact that the Final Days was merely the result of a rogue creation utilizing a powerful energy source rather than being a completely unknowable apocalypse event springing forth from nowhere and nothing. The latter of these circumstances is clearly more difficult to process than the former.A truth that might’ve destroyed them. They barely handled the Final Days, if they knew what awaited them at the edge of universe they’d fall divided.
They had thousands of years, given the planet was being protected. And if Venat and her allies were working on it themselves it should have gone quite quickly. As to the second point, ask Venat given she chose to go with that plan even with that question in place.A plan that required thousands of years of research and aether accumulation. And once they get to that other world, then what?
That is that, yes. That being bad writing. Hell, it's so vague and contradictory you can hardly even claim that to be the case.If they lay out that Zodiark didn’t actively seek temper people but did so just out of virtue of how powerful he was, then that’s that.
Then don't tell everyone? Or hell, do so. It wasn't a panic that caused the Final Days, it was overwhelming space magic plowing through holes in the atmosphere.
If only they were capable of creating some sort of beings with the means to fight. Perhaps by thinning the aether of willing individuals somehow. Even just one true hero, who could somehow be split into fourteen copies of themselves. But I guess such a thing was simply beyond their power.