[The lack of humor pulls goosebumps along Damian's arms and the back of his neck. His eyes don't leave the sword, and he watches Guren get rid of it. Maybe the fact it vanishes is what is so eerie.

Slowly, Damian looks around the room again. Even if he's not scared, he has to admit there's an energy embedded in the strangely piercing eyes of which he's not a fan at all.] Oni? Cute. [His eyes drop to the designs on the floor in front of the statues.

It looks like something Klarion would be messing around with. Cultist, witchy shit. Damian frowns.] You didn't have to destroy it. I would have been fine. All of this is just based on memory, right?

How does it work? This room.