The air is thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and minerals, the heat from the Lazarus Pit still lingering on your skin. The chamber is dimly lit by torches flickering in sconces on the rough stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that make the room seem alive.

Your senses are overwhelmed, every sound amplified, every touch a jolt to your system. You slowly open your eyes, the dim light of the chamber casting long shadows on the stone walls. Ra’s stands before you, his gaze intense yet filled with a rare hint of concern.

“You’ve awaken,” he says, his voice echoing in the cavernous room.“How do you feel?”

You sit up, the motion causing a wave of disorientation to crash over you. The world spins, and you press a hand to your forehead, trying to steady yourself. The memories of your last moments before death are fragmented, disjointed—flashes of pain, a sense of falling, then nothingness. You glance around, the surroundings adding to your confusion.