Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

He admitted that this young man who claimed to be the "Riddle Gentleman" far exceeded his expectations.


This riddle was so long, so difficult to guess.


He looked at it for a long time but, apart from a bit of a clue towards the end, he couldn't figure out the rest.


Even the time of the crime left Bruce Wayne completely clueless.


Bruce took a small sip of his drink, looking at the three enchanting and luscious bodies on the bed.


This time, he had no reaction whatsoever.


His mind was filled with that strange puzzle.


"Could it be that I'm really getting old?"


Bruce Wayne shook his head helplessly, reminiscing about his past battles of wits with the Riddler and the Penguin, feeling quite sentimental.


There was a continuous vibration on the desk.


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