A soft, melodic tune echoes, reverberating throughout the intricate architecture of the temple buried deep underground. Bruce had noticed signs of a possible threat, a strong presence inside it. Due to a sudden serial case in Gotham though, he'd sent out a few others to check with Damian.

The treck to the temple was easy, with no threat whatsoever. Alas, Damian ended up being split from the main group after entering a maze. He grumbles, pushing through the thick, old vines that caged the stones and pathways. The tune was getting louder the deeper Damian went through the maze. It would be idiotic to just run around willy nilly, therefore, Damian decided the best course of action was to follow a lead.

He arrives in what seemed like the end of the maze. The entrance formed an arch made of quartz, and when he enters, the architecture style had become vastly different. Instead of the stones and old methods of building, the area was made entirely of quartz. Though, it still felt abandoned. The pillars broken, some even having fallen. But one part remained almost flawless.

An altar where an intricately made statue was. The statue’s eyes were covered, roses grappling around its arms and body, using its thorns to shield any who are tempted to touch it. On the statue’s feet was a tear-shaped necklace, shimmering and urging the boy to take it.

“Tt.” Damian clicked his tongue, looking around before throwing a rock near the altar, and thin but extremely sharp spikes shoot up.