The sudden blackout plunged the room into pitch darkness.
Ririko blinked twice and asked Alfred, "Does the Wayne family fall behind on its electric bills too?"
Alfred said in confusion, "The Estate's power supply is functioning normally, and we have backup power... the young master may have cut it himself."
Ririko fell silent. Apparently, something really had gone wrong with Bruce's head.
"Has the kid finally gone dark...? Excellent." Victor's voice came from ahead and to the right. He was already eagerly drawing his blade.
Ririko told him, "Put that blade away-"
Before she could finish, a tremendous boom came from outside the Estate.
The sound came from far away, passing through a layer of earth and a concrete ceiling before reaching the Basement as a low, muffled thud.
A second and third blast followed, their sounds especially distinct in the darkened Estate.
They turned and ran toward the source of the noise.
When they reached the mansion's front entrance, they were all stunned by the sight before them-
A figure encased in black armor stood on the lawn outside.
The shoulder plates were heavy, and the helmet covered the figure's entire face. A dimly glowing Holy Emblem was set into the chest plate. In his hands, he held a rifled Short Cannon, firing repeatedly at the defenses protecting the Estate's front entrance.
The shock waves ripped up patch after patch of turf, and flying dirt pattered against the windowpanes.
With the Estate's power cut, the perimeter defenses struggled to hold and could collapse at any moment.
Alfred could not believe someone was openly shelling the Wayne family home. "What on earth is that?"
"He's the Death Angel," Ririko said.
"What?" Victor asked.
"I saw that armor at Galavan's home. They had it on the Altar and worshipped it as