That's how everyone around him felt, but in reality, Sam wasn't that superhuman. Luck had simply played its hand. Truth be told, Sam was terrified; he had absolutely no clue what was lurking behind that unknown gate.
It seemed like they had chosen the right path, but Sam's internal whispers kept insisting this was a trap—the same serpent from before, but much larger. Everyone watched as Sam suddenly froze, staring at the colossal gate. He looked... hesitant.
Does he see something we don't? they wondered.
"Mr. Ra's al Ghul... is there a problem?"
Sam couldn't find the words. If his hunch was right and this was just a bigger snake, it could finish them all in one strike without even needing illusions. He remembered that some predators love to toy with their prey before the kill—a chilling thought.
If they moved now and died, his reputation would be the last thing on his mind. But if they retreated, he'd look like a fool who wasted precious time.
What could he do?
