Jesse Quick was patrolling her Earth in peace.
Until the clouds darkened.
Blue lightning.
She turned and saw something approaching. A blur. No, a bolt — blue, slashing across the sky like a warning.
— What the...
Before she could react, Lucas was there.
— Jesse Quick.
She assumed a combat stance.
— Who the hell are you?
Lucas stepped forward slowly, like a predator.
— I am the end of your legacy.
— You're not Zoom. You're not Thawne.
— They crawl in the shadow of what I am. And you? A child playing goddess.
Jesse ran, creating temporal clones. Lucas shattered each one with a single strike.
— I'm more than speed! — she shouted.
— You're just another obstacle.
The fight was brutal. Jesse used everything she knew. She leapt, created shockwaves, tried to set temporal traps.
Lucas was merciless.
When she finally fell, gasping, bloodied, he knelt beside her.
— If you'd been born in another time... maybe I would've let you live.
She tried to raise a fist.
— Go... to hell.
He smiled.
— I've been there. Now… I'm back.
And then, he stole her speed.
Another power. Another soul broken.
Lucas looked up at the sky.
— Who's next?