An illusory gateway of light appeared abruptly in the sky over the Silithus Desert, near the Scarab Wall.
The gateway was not very large and hung about ten meters above the ground.
Within seconds, an ornate, enormous hammer suddenly fell out of it, smashing a large crater into the ground.
Herad dropped out of the gateway immediately afterward, landing steadily on the hammer's massive striking face.
The hammer's striking face was about the size of a square table.
Herad stood perfectly steadily on it.
First, he summoned an earthen-yellow barrier of light, enclosing himself and the enormous hammer to ensure that no enemy could snatch the artifact by surprise.
Then he sat cross-legged on the hammer's face and, with the aid of this immensely powerful artifact, probed for resources deep within the earth.
Both the Anubisath and the Obsidian Destroyers had appeared in this region.
That meant there had to be obsidian underground.
The Titans had not been so bored out of their minds that they would deliberately mine obsidian elsewhere, then bring it here to manufacture their products.
So Herad believed this survey would definitely yield a great haul!
The power of the earth carried his mental power into the ground, penetrating layers of sand, soil, and rock as it advanced into the depths.
Nearly ten thousand meters underground, he could clearly sense a substance that was difficult to penetrate.
That was the prison the Titans had custom-built for the Old Gods.
Neither the power of the earth nor his mental power could penetrate this prison in the slightest.
Even the Old Gods could not truly break through this means of confinement devised by the Titans.
What chance did a mere mortal have?
No matter how powerful a mage was, without ascending to demigodhood, they remained a mortal.
That