When Harley slashed backward with all her strength, she realized there was nothing there.
Yet all three of them heard that sentence, faintly emerging behind the flute music of the far north, laced with a piercing chill. When it finally faded, the dark clouds hanging over the Himalayan Mountains dispersed as well, revealing an even deeper, more beautiful, and more terrifying starry sky.
"I heard it..." Little Bruce walked barefoot to the door, then pushed open the hallway window and shouted into the empty valley, "I saw you. I know your name. Answer my call, from that vast black chamber, from your Ebony Palace..."
The next second, Little Bruce felt himself slammed to the floor. The world spun around him as Barry gripped his shoulders tightly. Harley stood beside him expressionlessly while Barry kept shaking him and shouting, "Wake up! Bruce! You almost jumped out the hallway window just now! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"He was bewitched." Harley's cold voice came, followed by a soft sigh. "Just like those students who launched attacks at school, he was bewitched by that monster."
"He isn't a monster." Lying on the floor, Little Bruce stared blankly at the ceiling. "He is the priest who dances and sings outside the Great Dark Chamber, blind, mute, idiotic..."
"The Great Dark Chamber?" Barry sharply caught the term. Then his eyes and mouth flew open in shock as he raised his voice. "'The Door of the Chamber has opened. Those who stand against the Inheritors, beware!'???"
He stared wide-eyed at Little Bruce Wayne, while Harley clutched that sheet of paper in her hand. Silently, she thought, *So that's why you had me write that sentence on the wall? Who lives in that so-called chamber, that Great Dark Chamber where countless divine souls dance amid