Patwardhan Mansion, Vijayanagar.
The silence of the midday and the leisure time of Mithun abruptly ended with Karna barging into his solitary room, in which he reads books for recreation.
Karna was huffing heavily and sweating profusely, as if he had run from his base to Mithun's room.
Mithun, surprised, jolted up from the plush sofa.
"What Happened? Why are you here?"
"A.. Mes….. sage"
"Message from whom??"
Karna took a deep breath and calmed down.
"The prince was ambushed on his way."
"WHAT???"
"Calm down. He is heading here. We are to inform the Nayakas quickly and get ready for war. The other princes have begun to move."
Mithun's demeanor changed from the usually frustrated to serious.
"So it's time. Inform all regional leaders to gather up here. I suppose the one in Bidar is coming with the prince."
"Yes. The weapons we stored are going to come in handy soon."
