outwardly prepared, michael stepped through the massive red torii gate the elders used as a motivator. its warning engraved in the ancient language- beware of the key that turns the lock-had given the guardians both a goal and hope, two things required to maintain mental health. if he could keep the knowledge of the coup contained, the message could continue to serve its purpose.

as he crossed the open-air center courtyard, he left a trail of droplets in his wake. his robes were still soaked from his confrontation with bruce and would have to remain that way for the time being.

he was expected, and punctuality was the best way to stave off unwanted curiosity.

knowing he was being watched through the vid monitors, michael kept his movements to a leisurely pace. he paused at the ch