The Royal Avenue, once a procession of offices, elite housing, and public attractions, is now rubble. Dangerous chemical haze still lingers in the water. All around there is a sense of awe and fear at the surface dwellers and within that feeling there is sense, right or wrong, that the villains they fought were brought down to their kingdom and it lingers in the air, much as the poison does.

The Titans known as Raven and Omen can sense something else coming from the council seats - disappointment. Someone wished all of their deaths today and a handful of Atlantean lives were worth the effort of trying to kill this team.