The Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine was responsible for destroying the true body, while Thanatos was tasked with containing the soul. From the moment Sargeras descended, He had already walked right onto the dissection table Allen had prepared.
Allen's consciousness instantly descended into Thanatos.
The Netherworld Guide slowly lowered its head. The dark green Soul Fire quietly burned within its skeletal eye sockets as it condescendingly looked down at the Demon Monarch hooked onto its scythe blade.
"Lord Sargeras." Allen's voice was calm and polite, lacking even the slightest hint of ecstasy following a victorious war. "Now, please allow me to repeat your previous question."
Sargeras's soul struggled frantically, but the more He struggled, the deeper the scythe blade hooking into His Soul Core embedded.
"How was this strike?"
Sargeras's struggle paused. These were the exact words He had said to Allen after enduring the blast from the PX-4's chest earlier.
