Ravenclaw turned his body, smashing toward the Pope. But the claw passed through like it was hitting smoke.
The next moment, he appeared beside Alaric. "Our suspicion is correct all this time."
"What level is he?"
"Archangel at the very least, but who knows, he could be a throne just hiding his power."
"Haha, seems we really hit an iron plate now."
"It's not like we have another choice," the Pope replied. He then looked toward an empty spot, "Ken, I know you are here. Let's cooperate for now."
The space started to distort. From it, Ken and Merlin appeared. "You know, I am more curious about who you are in reality, Pope? Or should I call you Samuel? Or your other 1001 aliases?"
"Haha, boy, names are pointless for people as old as me. Just call me the Pope."
"Alright then, Pope, so what is the plan? You don't think we can beat whoever is behind him just with numbers, right?"
