At a secret meeting place on an island, five people discussed the future of governance in the six lower worlds.

One of these people had black eyes while the remaining four had normal-looking human eyes. These people were dressed in the costumes of the various worlds.

For some odd reason, the doors and windows in the room were closed and there was no light in the room except for an oil lamp resting on the table. As a result, the features of these people weren't clear, and yet their clothes were somewhat visible.

The first person was wearing a brown cloak which was turned red by the oil lamp. He sat at the center of the round table. This man was none other than jinzidal King Miki Abbas of Mikironomada.

The second man was wearing a white robe that was adorned with black feathers. The front of the robe was slightly burned to create the shape of a triangle as if to tell you everything was done intentionally. He was jinzidal King Han'ibal, king of the Han dynasty of the third world, the birthplace of Armad.

The third man was wearing a long, grey robe, with no pockets. On the front of the shirt were clouds painted in red and black. He was King Rafiyan Daljari of the Rafiyan Empire of the fifth world.

The fourth person was King Deniz Iluru, wearing a long turban that was wrapped around his body like a monk. Deniz Iluru was the tallest and biggest man there. He was facing the black-eyed man who was none other than Uznu Ururu, one of the five commanders of the jinzidal army guarding the lower worlds.

Miki Abbas was the first to speak. He said in harsh language, "I wonder what brought Ururu to this undisclosed meeting. As far as I know, this is something that only concerns jinzidal Kings."

Uznu smiled and shook his head. "It's okay if you don't want me to join your little gathering, but you should know that this boy called Armad has our bounty on his head, and according to the law, I can punish him. So whether I join this meeting or not, the child's life is still in my hands, and no matter where I see him, I will take my revenge."

The Kings looked at each other suspiciously. No one invited Uznu to the meeting, so how did he find out about it? Did they have a mole? But that wasn't plausible. The relationship between the Ururu commanders and the jinzidal Kings had always been sour. Everyone was trying to get more control of the lower words. So the war between the jinzidal Kings seemed to be an opportunity for Ururu to increase their power. The Kings wouldn't just sit back and let their enemies succeed. They might want to get rid of Bihanzin because he'd more power than most of them despite being the youngest, but they didn't want to let Ururu benefit from it in any way.

King Maikiro'Abbas continued, "This boy does not concern us, whether you cook or fry his head is your problem. But you have nothing to do with the war of the jinzidal Kings. I think you can go now. You are dismissed from this meeting."

The other Kings nodded their heads in agreement. Only Miki Abbas, the oldest of them, had the right to talk back like that to Ururu. And despite their differences, they didn't want Ururu to get involved in their affairs. So they agreed to support him.

Uznu smiled for a moment, looking at them one by one as if gauging their reaction, before finally smirking. "I will repeat my words. If I saw this kid anywhere, be it on the battlefield or in your territories, then he's mine."

Uznu left the meeting, fuming with anger.

You would think King Miki Abbas would be satisfied with this outcome but he turned to King Deniz Iluru with a sad face. "You and Deniz Ururu are funny, do you think we don't know what happened between King Eyrion and your ancestors? You know that I, Miki Abbas, am aware of the history of the world, and nothing is hidden from me. When you return home, tell Deniz Ururu he's too young to send an agent to talk to me. If he wants to discuss with me, he will come in person."

Miki Abbas finished his speech and headed for the exit. The rest of the Kings watched him with a mixture of confusion and anger. Miki Abbas had always been known for his anger, but he seemed to be getting worse with age.

When he went out, he closed the door forcefully.

King Rafiya looked at the remaining two emperors with a sigh and said, "We expected this much. Abbas doesn't want to compete against Bihanzin. Unfortunately for him, we have already decided to go after Bihanzin. This thing with his daughter is just the excuse we have been looking for for a long time. How can he compete against the strength of the three armies of jinzidal."

King Deniz and King Han'Ibal nodded their heads in agreement. For the past several days, they had been drawing up a war plan and how to approach the kingdom of Sisiya and destroy it. King Han'Ibal retrieved a large piece of paper below the table and spread it out on the table. It was the battle plan being drawn in exquisite details.

He looked at the others and pointed to two large blocks on the map, saying, "These are the two places where we will enter Sisiya. We will fight them from the right and left thereby dividing their attention. They wouldn't know where to take refuge. We will also prepare 10 of our strongest warriors who will secretly enter Jekis and kidnap the princess. But before anything can be done, we must send reinforcement to our spies in Sisiya to find out what is going on in the city, including their secrets and plans. We wouldn't want to be taken by surprise."

King Deniz cleared his throat and said, "Han'Ibal, your statement makes sense. I say we take care of the matter of the spies today. Now, we have three armies. If my army attacks from the left and old man Rafiya here attacks from the right, then what will your army do?"

Hán'Ibal smiled as if expecting the question and said, "Yes, my army will be free. This plan will be launched by your army and Rafiya. I will take my army to the east."

Deniz frowned. "To the east?"

Han'ibal nodded, not offering anymore explanation.

After waiting for a while, King Deniz glared at Han'ibal and said, "If you aren't going to explain then..."

King Rafiya interrupted him and gave him a calm answer. "Yes, Han'ibal will go east. Deniz my friend, have you ever heard of the so-called black flame?"

King Deniz nodded his head in thought. "Black flame...? Isn't that the name given to Hidaya Wilberforce some time ago? What has she got to do with this war? The few Wilberforces remaining wouldn't dare involve themselves in our affairs or we would involve Ururu."

King Rafiya nodded and said, "Yes and no. Yes, black flame is Hidaya's alias. But no, we can't involve Ururu because of her even if she gets involved. She's just one person so Ururu won't make a move even if she comes to the battlefield. Besides, she was born in the third world. King Han'ibal has used his jurisdiction there and investigated her origin. He found out she's the sister of this young man called Armad, who is heavily involved in this war. Knowing the genealogy of the Wilberforce tribe, she won't forsake her little brother. We have to be prepared for her, otherwise, she could cause some serious trouble in this war. Luckily, we know where she is right now. So Han'ibal and his army will go east to prevent her from reaching the battlefield. While you and I will crush Bihanzin and his followers. Although, I must say we won't just let all your army leave with you, Han'ibal. I think you and your Salsa will be enough. The rest of your army will stay back with us in case we need them."

Han'ibal nodded and said, "I understand. I'm more than enough to deal with her."

King Deniz smiled in satisfaction, convinced that this was indeed the plan to defeat Bihanzin. "But when will the war begin?" He asked. "Accurate timing will help a lot in destabilizing our enemy."

King Rafiya replied, "King Han'ibal will set out in a few days, and with him gone, we will carry out our final preparations and be ready until he reached his destination. Then we will start the operation."

King Deniz nodded and said, "Okay... I'm comfortable with this plan. Although, I must say I didn't expect us to divide our army and even have to fight the famous black flame. That woman was famous back in the day. And that reminds me of something... I heard there was an old feud between Han'ibal and black flame. Won't that affect his judgment? If that's the case, shouldn't one of us take his role instead? I, for one, will be happy to clash my sword against her." He pointed at the battle plan on the table. "According to this plan, old man Rafiya will be taking Bihanzin head-on on the battlefield. I'll be left with nothing but small fries. What's the fun in that?"

King Han'ibal glared at him in anger. "Deniz, my feud with black flame doesn't concern you. Besides, everything you have heard is just rumors. You just do your job and let me do mine. I'll be leaving all my commanders and my Twin Executioners to you. You can use them as you see fit. Just remember, when Bihanzin falls, only I get the right to take his sword and anything related to his perpetual damage. You two can take anything else."

King Rafiya nodded in agreement. After a while, Deniz also nodded.

"Then it's decided," said Deniz. "Old man Rafiya here will be our leading commander in the war to come. I hope to benefit from your wisdom, old man."