PHASE ONE
Rakeal who was seated on the throne had only one thing in mind, how to ensure that his campaign wasn't nipped in the bud. The feudal lords of the realm in which he had invaded as well as the emperor of this empire had already began to rally their forces to take him down. But it didn't matter anyway, this was simply a game of politics, most importantly, he had been able to find a clue about the whereabouts of the Harp of Discord. This was one of the realms which was in alignment with the entity's astral flow, which meant that they were on the right path, so why would he give up on his prize over the likes of a few cocky politicians. This war was inevitable right from the very start and it was so unfortunate for them that it was him, that they'd be dealing with.
"Zavir", Rakeal summoned.
Zavir's form appeared before him on his knees, it wasn't the real Zavir, just a holograph.
"Bring me Destovar", Rakeal ordered.