San Juan stood roughly two hundred meters tall. Logically speaking, he should not have been able to use Garen's greatsword as a toothpick.
But his bizarre appearance came with body proportions far beyond those of ordinary people. His head alone accounted for nearly half his body.
So when San Juan poked his head out from underground, the tall, magnificent buildings of Impel Down's upper levels were instantly left teetering by that enormous head.
The floors between levels had long since become dust caught in San Juan's hair, while the ceiling and walls of the top floor were covered in immense cracks. Brilliant sunlight streamed through those dense fissures, casting countless dazzling pillars of light into the dim Impel Down.
At the same time, the elevator shaft beside them, which had nearly been destroyed by the aftershocks, suddenly stirred.
"Someone came up from there?"
Garen turned toward the sound curiously.
The elevator doors abruptly opened, and a panting man rushed out, clutching a trident. He had a comical face and wore a strange Egyptian-style headdress.
He was none other than Hannyabal, Impel Down's deputy warden, who had been suppressing the riot on the fifth floor alongside Magellan not long ago.
The moment Hannyabal saw San Juan's enormous head already emerging from the ground, his pale face lost even more color.
"He got up here so quickly!"
Tears welled up in Hannyabal's eyes as he muttered in anguish.
"Warden Magellan, I'm sorry!"
"I... I still couldn't stop them!"
Magellan had been gravely injured and rendered unconscious, while the guards had been routed.
And he, the deputy warden, could only watch helplessly as that monster easily broke through to the prison's highest level.
Despair surged through Hannyabal's heart, followed by agonizing guilt over his own helplessness.
"Is that Hannyabal?"
Kuzan recognized Impel Down's