"All the time in the world to rest," he murmured.
He closed the map, his gaze sweeping into the cavern. The place was silent now, save for the faint crackle of dying embers in the cave mouth which Bruce could hear from outside. The once-scorching air was beginning to cool, leaving behind the acrid scent of burnt rock and ash.
Bruce's eyes drifted toward the body on the ground.
Ozai Thorne, once proud, once terrifying, now reduced to a lifeless husk. His face was frozen in fear and disbelief, a cruel contrast to the arrogance he once wore like armor.
Bruce sighed faintly. "Such confidence," he muttered. "And yet… so fragile."
His gaze lingered for a moment longer before shifting to the rest of the scene.
