Alexander grabbed Arathar's head and slammed it against the barrier with force.
"Boom!"
A loud noise echoed as the barrier shook but did not break.
Alexander furrowed his brows slightly and, using more strength, pressed Arathar Starweaver's head against the barrier once again.
"Boom!"
This time, the barrier cracked open with a hole!
Alexander, holding Arathar Starweaver with one hand, flashed through the hole.
Behind him, the archbishop, who had been laughing maniacally, suddenly stopped as he saw Arathar Starweaver in Alexander's grasp.
At this moment, Arathar Starweaver, missing his right hand and his scepter nowhere to be seen, had lost a large portion of his skull, leaving only half a face.
"How could this be?"
The archbishop stared stiffly at Arathar Starweaver, then at Alexander, unable to accept the reality before him.
On the other side, Tiberius was also stunned.
Alexander had won?
