The last few years could be said to have been kind to Divyat. He was older now, stronger, a lot more powerful than most would ever give him credit for, and frankly speaking a lot more mature. He was looking over a map of the splintered states of the Rizal Empire… or better yet it would be easier to say he was looking at what had now gone up in smoke and was infested by several denizens of the infernal realm. They were right on his doorstep, and at the same time while the races of Ghadovara mountains were putting a better fight than the now wiped out Rizal empire, there were still enemies behind him.