On Earth-55, Dinah’s fingers brushed the smooth surface of the ring, memories of Hal flooding her mind—his laughter, his unwavering bravery, their shared battles. The glow pulsed softly, almost as if it were alive, echoing the turmoil within her.

“What have I done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the silence.

A sigh escaped her lips as she stood abruptly, the floor creaking beneath her. She paced the room, the echo of her footsteps a stark reminder of her isolation in this new world, twisted and cruel.

Her resolve faltered as she turned to a cracked mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection. The fierce warrior she had become stared back at her, but so did the haunted soul, filled with conflict.

“Was there another way?” she murmured, her voice cracking under the weight of her thoughts.

She paused, breathing deeply, feeling the weight of the ring on the table. Determination flickered within her, battling the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With renewed resolve, she reached for the ring, slipping it onto her finger. The light flared brightly, casting shadows that danced across the walls, a stark contrast to the darkness that loomed within her.

“For Hal... I’ll make this right,” she vowed, standing taller as the glow surrounded her. The remnants of her former self wrestled with the new persona she was becoming, but she knew she had a choice.

In that moment, the Daily Planet basement transformed from a refuge into a battleground for her soul. Dinah stood poised on the edge of a new path, a protector and a predator, ready to face the chaos of a world turned upside down.