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The air hung heavy with the stench of decay, the landscape of Earth Omega a twisted mockery of life. Roy Harper, once Arsenal, then Red Arrow, now… something else entirely, stood frozen, a black parody of his former heroic self. The Black Lantern ring pulsed coldly on his finger, its energy a corrupting hum against his skin. Before him stood Psycho-Pirate, the unsettling mask a stark contrast to the swirling chaos of Earth Omega. "You feel it, don't you, Roy Harper?" Psycho-Pirate's voice was a grating rasp. "The pull of the darkness. The echo of the abyss." Roy's jaw clenched, his voice a strained whisper. "What are you talking about?" "This ring," Psycho-Pirate gestured to the black ring, "it holds a connection, a resonance, to a darkness far greater than you know. During Death Metal,…