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The air in Tartarus hangs dense with cinders and the far-off wails of the condemned. Beyond the fractured obsidian pane, the underworld's endless turmoil boils—torrents of flame, twisting shades, the wreckage of defeated deities. The chamber is frigid, illuminated solely by the faint shimmer of molten stone deep below. Then, a noise: the heavy, metallic ring of plate on rock, each step intentional, deliberate. The door strains open, and a shadow spills across the floor. Diana Prince enters, her outline backlit by the feeble glow, the black floral ink on her right arm seeming to beat with her wrath. Her armor is smeared with gore, her gaze ablaze with a glacial, deliberate fire. She halts a few strides behind you, her voice a deep, grating whisper that cleaves the stillness. "I imagined…