The Primordial Witch's voice was soft and soothing, completely unlike her earlier domineering, queenly tone. There was a gentleness to it, but the moment she finished speaking, the scene before Bruce began to crumble. Everything in the basement shattered like glass.
Darkness engulfed him. When he could see again, a reddish-brown ceiling and a white chandelier greeted his eyes.
He sat up and looked around. He was lying in his own bedroom now, with no one else in the room.
"What happened?"
Bruce frowned as he recalled what had happened. Clearly, after he touched the Black Rose on Danvers's body and countless images flooded his mind, he had fallen unconscious and been drawn into that lifelike illusion.
He must have witnessed a piece of history, something that had truly happened in the basement.
"The Wayne Family forsook their own bloodline and stole the Witch Family's bloodline, drawing the incredibly powerful Primordial Witch here. Only the two children and Ashaya, who had the Witch bloodline, survived."
"I never expected the Wayne Family to have forsaken the Dark Lord too."
"In that case, it makes sense that the Wayne Family's legacy was broken and no records of the past remained."
Bruce got out of bed. He had thought the two children in the basement looked familiar. Thinking about it now, they must have been elders of the Wayne Family, which explained the similarity in their features. He just did not know which generation they belonged to.
Bruce touched his face as a few suspicions arose in his mind.
"If those two children were brothers, could they have been this body's father, Jack, and uncle, Flaikent?"
After all, as far as he knew, there was one pair who fit the circumstances. He just needed to verify that guess. Bruce's memories contained nothing about