In truth, this was the fundamental reason Clown had lost to Alexander.
The War Golem was his avatar; its sea of consciousness was his home turf. To be defeated there could only mean one thing: Clown was not yet a true demigod. His understanding of divine power, of cosmic rules and the strength of will, was simply not as profound as Alexander's. It was Alexander's only advantage, and it had been the decisive one.
"A nuisance, nothing more," the Deputy Commander's voice was like stone, firm and unyielding. "It just means he'll be harder to kill. Every time he shows his face, we'll put him down."
What about the others? Alexander's thoughts were faint, on the verge of fading into sleep.
"Arthas and the blademasters detonated their will projections. They went dormant before you did. The other three Pontiffs from the Cult of Four were eliminated, as were the two Archbishops."
