Davangere, Vijayanagara Empire.
The small town of Davangere was a few hundred kilometers from the capital of Hampi. Bhairava's army was resting on the outskirts of the town. They were shy of three days till they reached the capital.
It was a long journey for an army of massive size.
The main battle camp. An intense discussion was taking place. The tension in the tent was palpable. The news of the Nayakas had spread far and wide through the Empire.
They had decimated not only Bhairava's faction member's army but also the first prince's army. Not once but twice. This was unprecedented news, as it was noted in both battles the casualties had been kept to a bare minimum.
Bhairava, his aura of authority encompassing the room as usual, spoke.
"So, the Nayakas finally began to move."
Govinda Rao looked over at the prince.
"You knew of this, Your Highness?"
"It seems the little runt survived the assassination," he scoffed.
