Chapter 91 – Rage and Guilt
It had been one week.
One week since the truth came out.
One week since the shattered pieces of Dante's past came crashing down on him.
One week since he found out what really happened to their little brother.
And it was hell.
Dante hadn't returned to S.T.A.R. Labs. He hadn't spoken to anyone. Not even Barry.
He stayed in the shadows, running until his legs burned and his soul ached.
Because now, he had only one goal.
Stop Leon.
Leon was dangerous.
Not just fast. Not just powerful. But brutal. Unforgiving. A storm that had no center.
He was Void incarnate.
But so was Dante.
He knew he couldn't drag anyone else into this.
This wasn't a team mission. This wasn't about saving the world.
This was personal.
So he went alone.
No warning. No goodbyes.
He ran into the forests outside Central City.
And then—it happened.
At S.T.A.R. Labs, alarms blared like the sky was falling. Red lights flooded the Cortex.
Cisco and Wells rushed in, eyes locked on the monitors.
"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Cisco breathed, staring at the screen.
A red storm of energy—crackling with black lightning—was tearing open the air outside the city.
The map glitched. The sensors fried. Everything screamed one word:
Void.
Barry appeared behind them, eyes wide, heart sinking.
"No…" he whispered. "He found him."
Wells looked grim. "They're about to tear the world apart."
Cisco didn't hesitate. He opened a breach into the sky.
And without another word, Barry, Cisco, Wells, Jay, and Caitlin stepped through—
—emerging just outside the forest, where the world was trembling.
The trees were splintering from the force. The sky swirled red and black like a vortex of fire and death.
And at the center of it all—two figures faced each other like gods of destruction.
Dante and Leon.
Each cloaked in the Void Force.
It danced around them—alive, writhing, pulsing with emotion.
Leon's Void Force was wild, sharp, and chaotic. It fed on his rage and hate, growing with every violent breath he took.
Dante's was different. It fed on something else now—guilt, pain, sorrow. A deep, mourning power that gave him strength instead of breaking him.
The storm surged.
And then—
They clashed.
The shockwave shattered the ground beneath them.
A crater exploded outward in an instant, flattening everything in a 5-mile radius.
The others stumbled back, shielding their faces from the wind and debris.
Jay gasped. "Dear God…"
The world shook.
Not just Central City.
The tremors from their battle echoed around the globe. From Keystone to Metropolis, even Gotham—everyone felt it.
And above it all, the sky turned red.
The clouds tore apart, revealing a blackness so deep it looked like time itself was bleeding.
But they didn't stop.
Dante moved like a phantom, hitting Leon with punches that cracked the air open.
Leon retaliated with brutal, crushing force—his strikes warping the wind like meteors.
They were fast—faster than Barry had ever seen.
So fast they vanished—
—and reappeared in the year 1400, during the middle of a plague-stricken village.
And even then, they didn't stop.
They fought among fire and ash for over a month in that time.
And then—
They vanished again.
Reappearing in 1845, on a war-torn battlefield.
Six months of fighting passed in that century.
They didn't age.
They didn't tire.
They didn't bleed.
Because they were no longer men.
They were shadows of the Void.
And then—
In a single second—
They were back in 2017.
The world shook again.
Time bent around them like elastic.
Reality twisted, warped, screamed.
Dante's arms burned with black lightning. His eyes were glowing silver, the Void Force coursing through every vein.
Leon smiled through cracked lips, his body emanating red energy and pure fury.
They hit each other again—and again—and again.
Mountains trembled. Rivers boiled.
The fabric of time screamed with every strike.
Barry looked on, helpless.
"They're going to destroy everything…"
Caitlin clutched his arm. "He's doing it alone."
Wells nodded. "Because this isn't about saving the world."
And it wasn't.
This fight… wasn't for people.
Wasn't for justice.
It was for them.
Dante fought with his guilt—every regret, every mistake, every time he let someone down.
Leon fought with his anger—the fury of death, betrayal, and being cast into the void.
Two titans.
Two fallen brothers.
Two storms clashing in the sky.
They collided in midair, the sound louder than any explosion.
Lightning cracked in every direction—red, black, silver.
The energy from their collision shattered nearby satellites, cut power to half the state.
And still—they fought.
Because they couldn't stop.
Because they were too far gone.
Because they were no longer brothers.
They were gods.
And this battle—was never going to end.
---
You can contact me through my official page on the following Accounts:
telegram:
miraclenarrator
tiktok:
miracle_narrator
instagram:
miracle_narrator