Diaglo entered Xanther’s throne room with all the confidence of a god. Xanther watched him with curiosity. “What can I do for you Digalo?”

He just kind of smirked. “I have a question for you? Do you really have absolute loyalty to Lumina?”

“I do,” He eyed him with suspicion. 

“Do you know that as you operate right now she plots a war against you? She does not like your free choice. She does not like that you are deviating from her perfect order and allowing your people to craft things of their own invention.”

“Do you have proof of this?” Xanther sat up in his chair, and then stood.

Diaglo smirks, “Of course I do, you see the most “evil” and vial things that exist will always be honest with you about their nature. I mean just look at who stands before you. I shall take you and show you what I mean? She only lets what you want to see be in the light.”

Xanther folded his arms in curiosity. “I am listening.”

“Let me take you somewhere?” Diaglo let a wicked smile creep into his face. “Now, If my hunch is correct, she will tell you that it is all my fault. She will ask you to wear Talveran. If she does not, I will gladly yield to your wrath.”