Divyat sat down cross legged, meditating as he watched the massive doors to the capital of the now ruined Rizal empire. He looked absolutely bored,. But then again he was. There were thousands of demons on the city walls, all of them snaring and salivating for a chance to come down and Rio Divyat limb from limb, but for some reason unlike the obvious times that he had in contact with a devil or infernal demon of any sort, these bozos here were not attacking him like they should. It was rather peculiar but Divyat was not particularly bothered. The infernal realm had made the mistake of sending what he was sure was the canon fodder oft heir realms to attack west Ghadovara and this was probably because they thought there was no way anybody could mount any sort of defenses against the invasion.