The Valar announce that they've done as much as they can in Singularity (they can't bring back peoples' babies in that critical period either, but they can get them earlier versions) and are setting up portals between there and Sanity as soon as they are confident they've cleaned up the plague. A bunch of Elf architects have this wild idea for a fivedimensional city where alternating intersections are interdimensional portals between various Valinors and they get eagerly to setting it up.
"It was more than a century ago. I thought the thing about summoners becoming daeva would be public knowledge any minute, so I couldn't just kill them, their fucking carnivore families would get some of them - I didn't know which ones - summoned right back and they'd go on with their lives. Might've just killed them if I'd known it'd stay secret this long. Anyway I gave them something to think about even if they did come back, you debeak millions of chickens a year I rip your lips off."
"News filtered in pretty slow, we have to get it from Hell and summonees, but nah, it freaked them way the fuck out and they bailed. They were only still going because of their lobbyists making it illegal to serve schoolchildren demonic meat and their fake scientists being all cautious about the health implications."
Shrug. "Can I just sic Elves on them? Are you any good at it? I did what I could with what I had."
"...not sure how you categorize it as a war, but if you can do that..."
"The plea is the summon? I have no way to verify they didn't fuck that up as bad as everything else."
"Yeah. You have no idea how much chairs all suck until you can float."