Chapter 79 – "The Black Order"
It was just another ordinary day in Central City.
Barry Allen sat in his lap at the CCPD, eyes glued to his computer screen, running through case files with that familiar focused intensity. The hum of the bustling precinct surrounded him, officers chatting, phones ringing, reports being typed. To most, it was just a normal day — but for Barry, it was a brief pause in the relentless chaos of being the fastest man alive.
Meanwhile
, Dante was cleaning the floor, methodically wiping away the dust and dirt as if the world didn't expect anything extraordinary from him. Unseen and unbothered by the commotion of heroes and villains, he liked it that way — the simple tasks, the ordinary silence. It was a calm moment, a rare breath in a life that usually throbbed with danger.
Until it happened.
A strange, overwhelming sound ripped through the air — a deep, mechanical boom that shook the very ground beneath Central City. The shockwave rippled across buildings, rattling windows, sending pedestrians stumbling. The city vibrated, caught off guard by a power unlike anything it had ever experienced.
Barry didn't waste a second. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he stood, eyes already sharp and calculating. With a swift move, he slipped into his suit — the iconic red and gold of the Flash — faster than anyone could notice. In an instant, he was gone, a red streak flashing through the CCPD as he sprinted out the door, unseen by most.
Dante watched the scene unfold with a heavy sigh.
> "Why can't I have one or two calm, beautiful days?" he muttered to himself.
With practiced ease, he dropped the mop, turned, and sprinted after Barry. The black-and-red suit snapped over his body in seconds, his form flickering like a shadow bathed in flames. Void Force crackled around him, dancing like wildfire as he surged forward, his feet barely touching the ground, moving with the speed of red lightning.
He caught up to Barry on the street, just in time to see something horrifying.
A huge metallic figure had grabbed Barry by the neck — an ominous silhouette, its surface gleaming like cold, black iron. It moved with terrifying speed, dragging Barry into the air and then vanishing into thin space.
Dante's eyes narrowed.
He didn't know what was that.
The armor was jagged and scarred, the eyes glowing with a deep red malevolence beneath a sinister iron mask. This wasn't just a speedster gone rogue — this was something else, something worse.
The Black Order began running through time itself.
Barry was caught in a cruel, relentless cycle.
The figure punched him repeatedly, but not just in one moment. It transported them through years and centuries, each punch landing in a different era.
In 1932, the Black Order's fist slammed into Barry's stomach, sending a wave of agony rippling through his body. The crowd around them was frozen in shock, some caught in vintage cars and faded storefronts.
Before Barry could recover, the nightmare shifted again.
They landed in 1840 — a chaotic, muddy street filled with horse-drawn carriages and men in top hats. Another brutal punch to Barry's ribs, his body twisting painfully.
Then the Black Order darted through decades — 1918, 1963, 1999 — each time raining down relentless blows. Barry's figure bent and twisted under the assault, each hit echoing with the pain of a man who had lived too many lifetimes at once.
Finally, the Black Order stopped in 2099.
The world was unrecognizable.
Skyscrapers were ruins. The sky burned red, choked with smoke and ash. Fires blazed uncontrollably, casting a hellish glow over the ruins of what once was a thriving metropolis.
The Black Order dropped Barry like a rag doll onto the cracked pavement. Barry coughed, blood trickling from his lips, his breaths ragged.
Under the iron mask, a voice whispered — cold, void of mercy:
> "I am Death.
I am Doom.
I am the Black Order."
The words felt like a death sentence, slicing through the smoky air.
The Black Order raised its armored fist again, ready to finish Barry once and for all.
But then — with a sudden whoosh — a rift tore open behind the Black Order. A Breach, shimmering with cosmic energy, appeared like a wild storm.
From it, Dante exploded forward.
He grabbed the Black Order by the leg and hurled the towering figure across the scorched ground with enough force to crack the pavement.
Dante's eyes blazed with fury as he sprinted after it, landing heavy punches on the Black Order's mask.
> "You want to kill my friend?" Dante growled. "Not on my watch."
The Black Order staggered under the assault, but was far from finished. It twisted, smashing Dante's fist aside and slamming him with a brutal blow that echoed through the ruins.
But Dante refused to back down.
He pushed his void force to its limits — the red lightning around him flaring brighter, crackling louder. With a fierce roar, he charged again, landing a powerful sonic-speed punch to the Black Order's stomach. The force exploded outward, shaking the very fabric of the world around them.
The sound wasn't just loud — it was deafening, filling the air and echoing across time and space.
Dante's anger was consuming him, the void force feeding off his wrath like a wild beast. He was a tempest, a storm of red lightning and raw power.
Just as he prepared to shove his hand inside the Black Order's chest armor, ripping through the invincible metal, the enemy vanished.
In a blink, the Black Order was gone — a wraith fading into the shadows of time.
Dante spun around, scanning for Barry.
The sight that greeted him tore through his heart.
Barry was slumped on the ground, bleeding — his suit torn, his breath shallow.
Without hesitation, Dante swept him up in his arms.
"Hold on," Dante urged, voice steady but urgent.
The red lightning surrounding Dante pulsed and surged as he ran back through the Breach, retreating from the broken future to the safer present.
They landed hard in Star Labs, the sound echoing off the sterile walls.
Cisco rushed forward, his face pale. "Barry! What happened?"
Barry gave a weak smile, wincing from the pain.
Dante looked at Cisco, his eyes still glowing faintly red.
"Black Order," he said quietly
Cisco gulped.
Barry reached out a trembling hand, gripping Dante's arm.
"We survived," Barry whispered.
For now.
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