Su Ming's orders were carried out strictly. After Barry nodded, he took the elevator away. Aside from Harley, the others headed to the living room, settled onto the sofas surrounded by towering bookshelves, and began exchanging intelligence.
Khalid knew many things. He had even overheard some conversations between Nabu and the other Lords of Order. It was precisely because he had been discovered eavesdropping that he was sealed inside a clay jar with the Soul Forging Technique.
At the time, Kent, the helmet's host, had fought desperately with Nabu for control of his body, influencing Nabu's decision and changing Khalid's sentence from execution to imprisonment.
Otherwise, Khalid would have died back then.
"Kirk was the one who got me out. Can you believe it? A biologist taught himself to become a Great Mage in just a few months."
Khalid was still extremely excited. At the boundary between candlelight and shadow, he vividly recounted his escape to Deathstroke.
"Don't praise me like that. I don't deserve it."
Man-Bat was actually blushing. He buried his face in his hands in embarrassment. To rescue Khalid from the vase, he had secretly used many of Justice League Dark's artifacts, most of which had been ruined.
Really, he had merely used a stronger force to "blast" Khalid out of the vase that bound both his body and soul. His inspiration had come from popcorn.
Su Ming raised his head and glanced at the Dragon skeleton suspended in the air by Nth Metal chains. Higher up was nothing but darkness. The glowing insects in those jars could not provide much illumination. This place still lived in an age of candles and torches.
How should he put it? Diana could indeed be rather old-fashioned at times. Whenever she could light a brazier, she would not use an