The darkness was not just the absence of light. It was dense, alive, pulsating. As if time itself had stopped to watch.
Lucas floated inside the Speed Force.
His mind struggled to understand what had happened. The last memory? An explosion of energy. A scream. The sensation of being torn apart from within. Then... silence.
But now, something stirred inside him.
It was not just energy.
It was fury.
A deafening roar burst from his mouth as he fell to his knees in the ethereal void. His body was different. Faster. Stronger. More... perfect. Every cell vibrated with pure speed.
A voice echoed in the darkness.
— Welcome back, Lucas.
He lifted his head. Before him, a colossal figure appeared—imposing, clad in black metallic armor with glowing blue details. Pure energy emanated from every part of the armor. It was like looking at a dark version of a god.
— Who are you? — Lucas growled.
The creature tilted its head.
— I am you. And you are Savitar.
— Savitar is dead.
— And now you live. We are the same essence, the same fury, the same hatred for the slowness that rules this world.
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
— I am not a hero.
— No. And that is what makes us dangerous. — The figure stepped closer, its footsteps vibrating energy on the nonexistent ground. — You were chosen by the Speed Force. Not to save. But to dominate. To destroy everything that dares to slow down time.
Lucas stood up slowly. Power pulsed beneath his skin.
— They will try to stop me.
— Let them try. — The figure laughed with contempt. — Steal their speed. Break their bodies. Destroy their hope. Become what you were born to be.
Lucas extended his hand. Blue energy began to gather around his fingers.
— Then let's begin.
— With whom? — asked Savitar's shadow.
Lucas smiled. A cold, cruel smile.
— Wally West. He runs too fast. It's time he learns who commands speed.
The figure vanished. In its place, only an echo remained.
— Be the storm. Be the beginning and the end. Be Savitar.
A blue lightning tore through the Speed Force.
Lucas had been reborn.