While Garalt did not have any control over his body, his mind was still his own.  And now, standing before the two men he despised most upon the earth, his mind was racing around all the things that he had done so wrong.  It was because of his hatred that he was now in this situation.  His need for revenge for the once thought death of Kullvox had moved him onward, and his hatred for all those associated with the Council as well.  Tempi Frei had warned him.  She had said that he was a danger to all those around him, a danger to all that he had worked for.  And now, Garalt was nothing more than a puppet to an evil warlord.  Garalt's mind raced at the thought of him attacking his friends, his comrades.  A terrified look upon Alyia's face made him gasp in sorrow as the very real thought of him attacking her became much more real.  
    Garalt could only look about him now, as if in a dream, watching Zakar casting some sort of spell.  Whatever it was, it was powerful.  The whole countryside was shaking, and darkness began to cover the land.  Dark, eerie clouds once more rolled over the horizon, just as they did when Zakar appeared at the Tower of Olyian.  Suddenly the ground before Zakar burst into flame, which then began to grow into a long thin row of fire.  Suddenly, up from the fire came a black, stone looking object, growing as if being pulled up, out of the earth beneath it.  As it rose higher, Garalt could see the structure was held up by two black pillars, and as the pillars were also being lifted, the flames died down to only surround the pillars.

    And then Garalt recognized the structure for what it was.  This was the portal that Zakar had mentioned.  It was reminiscent of the portals at the Tower of Olyian, though this portal was nearly twice as wide, and if it kept going, most likely twice as tall.  Garalt did not know what Zakar would try to summon from this portal, but it could probably be of most any size.  Even the head of Tel'Karak Zrahl would have fit through the columns of the portal.  And all through this time, Zakar was laughing.  The warlord was almost giddy at the thought of what he would summon to destroy the forces of Ikros.