Chapter 60 – "Into the Void"
The Cortex was quiet.
The party was over, and the lights were dimmed low. Monitors flickered softly in standby mode. Joe was snoring on the couch. Caitlin and Barry had curled up near one of the side walls in two chairs, dozing off mid-conversation. Wells was asleep with his glasses still on, half-sitting, half-slumped in front of a keyboard.
Cisco?
Face-down on the floor, an empty bottle of soda beside him, snoring softly into the rug.
But Dante?
Dante was wide awake.
Standing at the glass wall, he looked at the stars again. Only this time, he wasn't admiring them.
He was calculating.
His eyes glowed faintly, the red wisps of the Void Force curling behind his irises like fire behind frost.
"2047," he whispered to himself. "If I'm going to catch him before he runs again… I have to move fast."
He turned around and walked quietly across the Cortex.
To Cisco.
He nudged him gently with his foot.
Cisco groaned but didn't lift his head.
Dante knelt beside him.
"Hey, buddy," he said softly. "I need a speed estimate."
Cisco flopped onto his back, blinking at the ceiling with red-rimmed, watery eyes.
Dante repeated, "How fast do I need to run to get to the year 2047 using the Void Force?"
Cisco blinked again.
Then slurred:
"Okay okay… so if you… wanna punch through temporal coordinates without breaching tech or tachyons—hic—you gotta hit… like, Mach… a billion. Or, no wait, no no, Mach six… hundred thousand? Look—void, man—your stuff's not even physics anymore. It's... spooky speed."
He wagged a finger in the air and added dramatically:
"You gotta... run like reality owes you rent money, bro."
And with that, he dropped his hand and passed out again, mumbling, "Void Force... sounds like a bad rock band…"
Dante smiled.
"Thanks, Cisco."
He stood and walked to the doors of STAR Labs.
Outside, under the night sky, the city slept. But Dante didn't.
He stretched his neck until it cracked.
Then his shoulders.
Then began bouncing lightly on one leg.
Then the other.
Limbering up.
He tilted his head back and stared up at the stars.
"I saw Goku do this once," he muttered. "Before he fought Frieza. Jumped on one leg. Then the other. Said it helped his blood flow or something."
He paused.
"I didn't copy the Kamehameha or the Spirit Bomb. No. I copied this part. The stretch. The calm before the storm."
He stared into the distance, and his tone changed.
"I still don't like Goku, though. Letting Gohan fight Cell when he was just a kid? That was a dick move, man. Like, come on. Worst dad award."
He cracked his knuckles.
Smiled faintly.
Then, without another word, he ran.
The Void Force surged beneath his feet.
Lightning sparked—red lightning.
It danced around him, curling like tendrils of a living storm. The air behind him exploded into a vacuum as he accelerated. Time bent. Space cracked.
And then—
The sky split open.
Not a breach.
Not a Speed Force tunnel.
But something deeper.
Darker.
A rift of emptiness.
A void.
He tore through it like a blade cutting cloth.
Reality folded around him.
And then he was gone.
Time wasn't linear anymore.
It was a blur.
A mosaic of moments, flickering past his eyes like shattered glass.
The Old West.
The fall of Rome.
The founding of STAR Labs.
An explosion on the moon.
An underwater war in the Pacific trenches.
A birthday in 2026.
A funeral in 2099.
And then—
He saw it.
2047.
Smoke filled the air.
Explosions cracked like fireworks.
The Waverider was half-crashed, lodged into the side of a building that looked like it came out of a post-apocalyptic nightmare.
The Legends were fighting—but barely.
Sara Lance, bleeding from her temple, swung a staff at a floating figure.
Nate, covered in cuts, was trying to shield Zari and Mick.
Ray's suit was sparking.
And in the center of the chaos floated a tall, twisted figure—half-machine, half-shadow.
The Time Lord.
It hovered above the battlefield, warping gravity, draining Chrono energy, its face a mask of pale, cracked metal and burning blue eyes.
And it was winning.
The Legends were losing.
Badly.
And then—
The breach tore open.
But not one they'd seen before.
It wasn't gold or blue.
It wasn't lightning-wrapped.
It was black.
Pure black.
Like a tear in the fabric of the universe itself.
A cold wind blew from it.
Empty.
Silent.
And then—
He came through it.
A red streak of lightning wrapped in black flame.
Dante emerged like a thunderbolt from hell.
Void Force trailing behind him like a comet's tail.
He didn't speak.
Didn't land.
Didn't hesitate.
He struck.
He punched the Time Lord so hard that reality shattered behind the blow.
The Time Lord didn't even have time to scream.
Its head exploded in a burst of shadow and fractured metal.
Gone.
Dead.
Silent.
The battlefield was still.
The Legends stared.
Sara blinked.
Ray's jaw dropped.
Mick lowered his gun.
"…Dante?" Zari said, almost whispering.
She doesn't know him in person. Half the legend don't now him but they have heard of him
The red death
The ghostly speedster
The red doom
Dante turned slowly to face them.
Void Force still glowing in his eyes.
But he smiled.
"Hi."
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