In the deep bowels of the earth, hundreds of ferocious ghouls continued to madly dig through sand and stone.
Their sharp fangs and claws kept shattering due to their excessive force, but under the enveloping grandeur of dark magic power, they kept regenerating.
With such groups of frenzied and tireless miners, the broken rocks and mud were quickly cleared away, revealing a huge passage.
An elegant ghoul, dressed in formal attire, made his way past his servants to the depths of the passage.
A gigantic archway appeared at the end of the tunnel, a gate of blood and flesh more sturdy than steel itself.
Ghoul Yugas reached out and knocked, the minute action producing a tremendous noise that reverberated through the underground, shaking countless rocks and sands from above to fall.
Only when the tunnel was almost buried again did Yugas sigh and say, "Still not awake? How good is your sleep quality, old friend!"
