Chapter 80 – "The Black Order's Legend"
Barry lay still in the sterile white hospital bed of Star Labs' medbay, the steady beep of machines and the faint hum of high-tech equipment filling the quiet room. His body ached — bruises blossomed across his chest and ribs, dark purple against pale skin. The lingering sting of the Black Order's brutal assault throbbed with every shallow breath he took.
Beside him, Dante sat quietly, his black and red suit folded carefully on a nearby chair. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. The weight of what had happened hung heavy between them.
Meanwhile, in the Cortex, Cisco paced anxiously, glancing at the screens showing Barry's vitals and the latest energy readings from the battle. He couldn't shake the unease settling in his gut.
He turned to Dante, voice low and cautious.
"What is the Black Order? Who is he? How do you fight something like that?"
Dante sighed deeply, running a hand through his still-styled hair — the one Cisco had taken great pride in. His eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and fear.
"I have no idea, Cisco. The only thing I caught was what he said... 'I am Death. I am Doom. I am the Black Order.'" Dante's voice dropped lower. "And then he was going to kill Barry."
Cisco's brow furrowed as he stared at the ground, lost in thought.
"This... this isn't like Zoom or the Reverse Flash," Dante continued quietly. "It's worse. So much worse."
Cisco looked up, his eyes searching Dante's face.
"What do you mean, worse?"
Dante's gaze darkened.
"I didn't see him move, man. I'm faster than everything — faster than Reverse Flash, faster than Zoom, even faster than Barry. But this guy? He moved so fast I couldn't see a single flicker. It was like he just vanished into thin air."
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Dante's words sinking in.
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That night, in the quiet of Star Labs, Cisco and Wells were hunched over several computer consoles, digging through archives, databases, and interdimensional records. The search for any clue about the Black Order consumed them.
They reached out to old friends and allies across the multiverse.
They called Kara Danvers on Earth-38 — the powerful Kryptonian with unmatched strength and knowledge of cosmic phenomena.
They contacted Batwoman — the skilled detective with connections in many worlds.
They reached out to the Legends — the team of time travelers who had seen their share of strange threats.
No one had ever heard of the Black Order.
No one knew anything.
Frustrated but undeterred, Cisco decided to try one last call.
He reached for his communicator and dialed the number for Jay Garrick — the Flash of Earth-3. The man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Barry's father but carried the wisdom and weight of countless battles.
Cisco's finger hovered nervously before he pressed the call button.
"Jay," Cisco began carefully, "we need your help. There's something — someone — new. A speedster, or maybe something else. He calls himself the Black Order."
There was a pause on the other end, a cold silence that made Cisco's heart race.
Then, unexpectedly, the call ended abruptly.
Cisco stared at the dead line, a chill creeping up his spine.
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The next morning, Barry had finally recovered enough to leave the medbay. His bruises were fading, and the fire in his eyes was returning.
Dante sat in the Cortex, lazily smoking, his calm facade barely concealing the storm inside. Caitlin was by his side, holding his hand with quiet reassurance, a soft smile on her lips.
Cisco and Wells were still tirelessly analyzing the data, their faces pale from exhaustion.
Suddenly, a shimmering Breach opened in the corner of the room.
Out stepped Jay Garrick, his silver helmet gleaming in the dim light.
"Hello," Jay said softly, his voice calm but serious as he walked over to Barry and Dante. "Looks like you guys found yourselves in quite the mess."
Dante smirked slightly, but nodded in agreement.
Jay took a deep breath before speaking again.
"There are stories about the Black Order. Legends, really. Nobody knows if he's real... or just a myth."
He glanced at Cisco and Wells.
"Among speedsters across the multiverse, these stories circulate quietly."
Jay's eyes darkened with the weight of what he was about to share.
"The Black Order was the very first man to become a speedster. But he didn't just become one — no. He drained the Speed Force of his entire world, devouring it until he was stronger than anyone ever imagined."
He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in.
"Then, he didn't stop. The Black Order traveled from world to world, battling every speedster he encountered, taking their Speed Force... and moving on."
Cisco swallowed hard, the enormity of the threat hitting him like a thunderclap.
Jay looked over at Barry and Dante.
"If the Black Order is real — if he's here — then you're not just fighting for Central City, or even your own world. You're fighting for the Speed Force itself."
The room grew heavy with silence.
Barry's gaze locked onto Jay's.
"Why now? Why Central City?"
Jay shook his head slowly.
"Nobody knows. But the Speed Force doesn't forget. And neither does the Black Order."
Dante exhaled, ash falling from his cigarette.
"Looks like we've got a war coming."
Caitlin squeezed Dante's hand tighter, her eyes fierce with determination.
Cisco leaned forward, fingers flying across the keyboard.
"We're going to find a way to stop him. We have to."
Wells nodded solemnly.
"For the Speed Force. For Barry. For all of us."
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Outside the Cortex, the skies of Central City darkened.
The threat of the Black Order loomed large — an ancient force of death and doom, hungry for power.
And the war for the Speed Force had only just begun.
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