In the hall where Loken was, the battle between Xal'atath and the Faceless Ones General continued.
But the violent tremors from above urged both sides to end the fight as soon as possible.
Neither combatant, however, feared being buried.
The Faceless Ones General possessed tremendous vitality and defensive power.
Even buried underground, it could stubbornly survive.
Xal'atath carried a Positioning Beacon and could leave at any time.
Loken, who was calmly watching the battle, likewise had no fear of being buried underground.
The farther underground one went, the stronger the structure became.
At the level of this hall, the walls and pillars were all reinforced with Saronite.
Saronite was a magic metal contaminated by Yogg-Saron's evil aura.
Though it was a magic metal with evil properties, its performance ranked among the best of all magic metals.
This icy-blue magic metal was close to thorium in hardness.
Aside from driving people mad, Saronite was excellent in every other respect!
The Saronite was over ten meters thick.
Neither natural disasters nor human-made calamities could breach it.
Thus, Loken calmly watched the two combatants, entirely unconcerned about anything else.
Yet his supposedly impregnable defenses were merely a little balloon before the two-thousand-meter Greatsword descending from above, bursting at the slightest poke.
Catching sight of cracks in the ceiling out of the corner of his eye, Loken rose from his throne in surprise.
Before he could figure out what was going on, a blood-red sword tip emerged through the cracks.
How could a mere ten-odd meters of Saronite stop a weapon prepared to annihilate a Titan?
Even ten thousand times that thickness probably could not stop it!
As the blood-red sword tip pierced the ceiling, the Faceless Ones General happened to move directly beneath it.
Sensing the immense energy fluctuations overhead, the Faceless Ones