The deaths of large numbers of ninjas finally alerted the higher-ups of the League of Assassins.
Jason and Shane fought their way through, eventually reaching the entrance to a hidden cave.
The fearless ninjas suddenly lowered their blades and bowed toward an elderly man who slowly emerged from the cave.
The old man's beard and hair were a mix of black and gray. His carefully groomed long beard reached his chest, while his hair was bound beneath a crown-like headpiece, giving him a classical Eastern air.
That purple-black round-collared robe in particular—if not for his distinctly Western facial features, Shane might have thought some ancient figure from an Eastern homeland had appeared before him.
Standing slightly behind the old man was a tall, dark-skinned woman holding a child of about two or three in her arms, glaring furiously at the two of them.
There was no need to guess. Shane recognized all three at first sight.
Ra's al Ghul, Talia, and Damian, still at the age of being a little brat.
Ra's al Ghul raised a hand to dismiss the surrounding ninjas, his gaze sweeping over Jason and Shane's attire.
Shane clearly failed to draw Ra's al Ghul's attention. The latter's eyes scarcely hesitated before locking onto Jason.
"You carry the scent of one who has soaked in the Pit, yet I have no clear memory of you."
Ra's al Ghul looked at Jason. The seven-hundred-year-old leader of the League of Assassins quickly formed a guess.
"Though you are not from this spacetime, since you have received the Lazarus Pit's favor, why bring an outsider to force your way into the League of Assassins?"
Jason's face was covered by the Red Hood, concealing his expression, but Shane could hear the disdainful sneer in his voice.
"Favor? If I'm not mistaken,