They walked into a massive throne room. The ceiling stretched up high, probably eight of the eleven stories. The throne room itself was narrow, and seemed to have other rooms branching on the walls leading up to the throne and the end. The throne was stationed three quarters down the hallway. The place looked ancient, to say the least. And in poor condition. The doors were frozen and rotted and the walls were coated in ice. The walls seemed to block out some of the cold but the place was still well below zero degrees. Icicles grew off the ceiling and reflected sunlight from a few holes which made their way through the ceiling. At the throne, A tall pale skinned and white haired man sat on of the arms of the chair. He was sharpening his blade and sparks flew off its unique cross blade design, which shaped like an infinity. He looked up from what he was doing, and hopped up immediately with eagerness. He rested the blade on the chair and raised his arms in welcome. It was non other then the world famous "Fierce Deity," as everyone knew him. He approached them with welcome. "And look who it is! Two of the biggest troublemakers from the Dojo! Welcome here." He said with enthusiasm.