Ikaris was responsible for leading the way, and unsurprisingly, Cloak ultimately arrived at a terribly ruined temple.
It lay underground in the rainforest, its weathered black stone covered in moss and fallen leaves. It might once have formed an imposing, magnificent structure, but today it was little more than a slight bump rising from the ground.
The rainforest was exceptionally dense, with not even an animal trail visible nearby. Only the occasional cries of birds and monkeys could be heard in the distance, echoing through the woods.
Sunlight struggled through the leaves, and the Tyndall effect turned it into beautiful shafts of light. Yet when they reached the ground, they became scattered patches.
"An abandoned temple. This is the target's cozy little nest?" Su Ming had Cloak circle the ruins once, then stroked his chin and assessed them. "Pretty mediocre. The structure has collapsed, been damaged, and buried. Judging from the design and construction methods, there's no back entrance either. It doesn't qualify as a Safehouse."
"Actually, Deathstroke, this isn't merely a temple. It's also a tomb."
The Goddess of the Underworld jumped down from Cloak and landed steadily on the black earth covered in humus. She reached out and touched the ground, while many ghostfire-like clusters of light rose nearby. She caught one in her hand and played with it as she said:
"Hmm, there are almost no intact skeletons left in this forest that can be awakened. Their souls have long since departed too, leaving behind only this Negative Energy."
"So that's how it is?" Deathstroke took a drag on his cigarette and carefully examined the ruins before him again. He beckoned Ikaris closer and asked, "I've heard that the living and the dead are equally important and can live together over in Egypt. But what kind of