Collective Consciousness, Savitar

The world lost all sound.

Countless images seemed to stream past at the speed of light, like illusory reflections in a mirror—appearing in an instant, vanishing in an instant, and ultimately disappearing somewhere unknown.

These frantically converging Information Sets continuously battered the speedster's brain. This was something every speedster had to face when traveling through time.

The Speed Force granted speedsters superhuman regeneration and superhuman brains, allowing them to struggle on endlessly as though pumped full of adrenaline, but it could not grant them unwavering willpower.

Those whose wills were weak had long since become entangled in the countless images. They either died while running and became one of the deathly Black Flashes controlled by the Speed Force, or they became completely lost in countless eras and died alone.

Barry held on with difficulty, his gaze fixed on the endless path ahead. He consciously ignored the images flashing past at light speed, staring straight ahead as he sensed countless points in time.

Bzzzt!

Barry suddenly vanished from the time tunnel, disappearing from every era. An inexplicable force had dragged him away, carrying him in an unknown direction.

Something unknown had interfered.

No one knew how long had passed. Perhaps a second, perhaps countless years. Time had long since lost all meaning.

When Barry opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a world that felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Blue skies, green grass, neat cobblestone paths, clean benches...

It was somewhat unfamiliar, yet somehow strangely familiar.

But it was desolate and empty.

Barry looked around gravely. He could be certain that this was not where he had intended to go.

Absolutely not.

The last time he traveled through the timeline had been when Steppenwolf was crushing Earth's superheroes, and the Flash ran into the past to seek Donnie's help. Barry knew