He waits.
On dark steed, the Great King of Evil stares up at the colored barrier of Hyrule Castle in the distance. The hood of his cloak creates a tunnel for his vision, fixates him on the sight of the great Hyrule Castle once more cut off from its people. The sight doesn’t delight him, but rather piques his interest. Though he isn’t within castle walls, or even very close, he can feel the familiarity of this magic, deep, and dark in nature. Powerful. If a warlock of this calibre has taken the great ‘stronghold’, there could really be only one reason:
Someone else has begun to lust for the Golden Power.
Now that tho