Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, wake up!"
A harsh command echoed in the darkness as I blinked against the blinding fluorescent lights. My head throbbed, and disoriented panic surged through me. I found myself bound to a cold, metal chair in a cavernous room that reeked of damp stone and ancient decay. Shadows danced along the walls, punctuated by eerie, flickering torches.
Before I could gather my thoughts, a deep, commanding voice cut through the silence. "Welcome, Omega Queen. At long last, we meet."
I squinted through the haze, trying to identify the speaker. The figure emerged slowly from the gloom—a man draped in a long, obsidian robe, his face partially concealed by a hood. There was an unmistakable air of authority and menace about him.
"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice shaky but defiant.
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