Successor Of Seat Of Harmony

I bit my lower lip, burying my face in my hand to keep from bursting into a loud, hysterical laugh right there in the middle of the sacred sanctuary. 'Oh my god... Grandfather actually thought 'man of bats' was some obscure ancient mystery...'

[PFTTTTHAHAHAHA!] Paige erupted inside my head, rolling around in virtual hysterics. [HOST! YOUR GRANDFATHER GOT ABSOLUTELY DUMPSTERED ON DC COMICS LORE BY CYRUS THE GREAT! I CANNOT BREATHE!]

'You don't breathe... you're a fucking system.'

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Before the argument between the two ancient leaders could escalate into an actual spat over superhero trivia, a cold, commanding voice suddenly echoed through the vast sanctuary like a falling blade.

"Are you two going to continue this childish, embarrassing argument forever?"

Empress Wu Zetian hadn't even shifted her posture on the golden throne, but her sharp, icy words instantly cut through the air, freezing both Alistair and Cyrus in their tracks.