12th floor
As the heroes entered the twelfth floor they find that the staircase continues, made from ice, the ice staircase leads up getting closer to the top of the floor, and under the thick sheet of ice Hydroth's beasts swim, anxious to tear the heroes limb from limb. Hydroth himself stood at the far end of the room, waiting for the heroes to make their move. He'd watched them throughout their battles and studied their moves, their powers. He'd grown in power exponentially since when he joined this war. Though his overall mission was to exterminate all of the heroes he'd already singled out his first target, one who had evaded him time and time again, he wanted Xol dead above all. As they came within his line of sight he grinned.
"Welcome heroes," He shouted across the room. "I've anxiously awaited this moment, I hope those weaklings below didn't give you any trouble, if they did you might be in for a little surprise. I've exterminated millions on this planet already and I'm prepared to exterminate all of you, in the name of the Lich King."
Khral laughed after Hydroth's speech, finding his arrogance amusing, however he remained completely ignorant to his own.
"We will see demon, we will see!" He charged at Hydroth, his sword drawn, as he brought it down against hydroth his body turned to liquid and the sword slashed through him.
"You're nothing but a lesser demon and a waste of my time..." Hydroth muttered to him. He formed back solid and his hand became stone, smashing across Khral's face and knocking him to the ground, with ease.
Trunks powered up, ready to charge with the others, but he dared not face Hydroth alone, not when he could defeat Khral so easily. He looked to the others, and waited for a signal from Jacope before he attacked.