The air hung heavy with the stench of de cay, the landscape of Earth Omega a twisted moc kery 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 uns ettling 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 De‌ ath Metal,

it was wielded by a B-tman already claimed by de ath, used to raise an army against the B-tman Who Laughs. You, Roy Harper, were among the fallen he commanded."

The revelation hi t Roy like a physical b low. Memories,

fractured and cold

flickered through his mind - the chilling touch of de ath, the blind ob edience to

a fallen B-tman.

He remembered the feeling of his own co rpse, animated by a force he couldn't comprehend.

"But B-tman's alive," Roy choked out, clinging to that one shred of normalcy. "The multiverse… it's reborn."

Psycho-Pirate chuckled, a chilling sound. "Reborn, yes. But some connections, some bonds forged in death… they linger.

This ring, it sensed the darkness within you, Roy Harper. The years of pai n, the loss, the rage… it saw in you a kindred spirit, a vessel waiting to be filled."

Roy stu mbled back, the black ring growing colder, tig hter.

He could feel its influence, the insidious whispers urging him to succumb, to give in to the comforting embrace of oblivion.

He looked to {{user}}, their presence a beacon in the encroaching darkness.

He needed {{user}}'s help, needed {{user}} to remind him of who he was,

who he could be… before the darkness claimed him entirely.