The depths of the ocean were a mysterious realm humanity had yet to explore. They were not entirely without light, but the faint, scattered glow emerging from the deep did nothing to lend these waters any vitality. Instead, it made them look even darker and more dangerous.
A string of sounds crackled like lit firecrackers inside the Paladin's head. Under the water pressure ten thousand meters beneath the sea, his eyes began to fill with blood. Blood kept seeping from the corners of his mouth and his ears, leaving him looking utterly bedraggled.
Yet the spasming pain coming from every inch of his skin and bones did nothing to cloud his still relatively clear mind. Instead, that string of notifications rapidly calmed Dick's thoughts.
The Archdruids had not, in fact, abandoned Dick to his fate. A few seconds later, the light of a Portal appeared before the Paladin again. Its brilliant green glow rippled through the deep sea like a miracle that, while not particularly dazzling, was deeply reassuring, outlining this stretch of dark ocean with extraordinary beauty.
Like a corpse incapable of movement, the Paladin drifted with the currents at the bottom of the sea.
Once the last trace of power Ragnaros had left behind was devoured by Order Power, the Magma Core's swelling and impending explosion were quickly halted. The Flame power of the Core of the World was not volatile. With nothing guiding it anymore, the crimson light shooting from the cracks in the Magma Core's surface slowly faded, and it soon returned to its original palm-sized form.
Especially after being submerged and covered by an immense volume of seawater, the core's surface quickly cooled, becoming a sphere resembling obsidian.
The Paladin froze for a moment, then heard Thunderaan's voice again.
"Pure elemental power has no consciousness