"Sir Loimos, I could not help but notice that you seemed to be searching for something in particular" asked the mistborn, the two of them currently standing on the ocean's floor, or rather, the lowest point on their current position, they were scaling a mountain of coral as the dreadful pressure around attempted to crush them, to no avail, one was simply unaffected, and the other held a part of sovereignty over water.
They were seeking a path inside, it would be simple to just break in to place the generator, but Loimos was well aware that King Nitok sought to preserve as much as was possible, The Prince Of Death was an avid collector, and as absurd as it might sound, he wanted to document all cultures and all manners of knowledge, the undeads were loyal, but they were not a single mass with the same vision of things, those that had once lived in a desert, or emerged within one, would feel a sense of familiarity to such a place.