With a blast that echoed through at least the entirety of the world (five times) the flag cathedral was destroyed. Alfred had known religious fakers for a long time, and he knew the Islamic fleet were actually Catholics all along. Only the Catholics would be so evil, so brazen. But he turned around and gasped, then squealed. Mortimus had been impaled by one of the phony minarets that was launched off in the explosion. He would eat his corpse later, as was the mourning tradition of Rondorio. 

For now, he had the flight home to consider. However, he was intercepted. Not by a plane, not by a group of planes, and not even a plane. It was am durgan. Durgans had been long feared by mankind. Pick a culture, any culture, and you're bound to find durgans. Durgans are scary as shit. You try dealing with a gigantic, fuck-off huge lizard that can breathe fire. I bet you can't even breathe fire. You can just breathe the smell of your dog's scrotum because that's where it is often found.