Savitar, Conceptual Being

A strand of will from a Unique God was traveling into the past, searching for a way to keep Barry from dying.

Barry was courting death. He could not withstand the terrifying backlash of the timeline; it would blast him so thoroughly that not even a scrap would remain.

Donnie's true body lay in a chair, rocking idly as the recliner let out faint creaks.

His slightly narrowed eyes had long since pierced through countless barriers, seeing what lay beyond innumerable dimensions.

"Since you're here, why not come out and meet me?"

Donnie stopped rocking and lightly flicked his teacup, producing a crisp ding.

Whoosh!

A flash of white lightning appeared, and a tall, burly figure materialized before Donnie. The visitor wore a fully enclosed suit of armor, while dense Speed Force energy flowed freely around him like a current.

A fierce gust swept in, tearing up a layer of turf and exposing the soil beneath. The curtains were flung high, and the windows began to rattle.

Without changing expression, Donnie released several energy particles that forcibly smoothed over the disturbance caused by the super-speed.

"Donnie, it's time we had a proper talk..."

Savitar's low, hoarse voice rasped like sandpaper. An eerie sheen flickered across his helmet, which resembled an alien skull.

"Perfect. I wanted to talk to you too. From the time I first released you until now, it seems we've cooperated more than once." Donnie sounded casual.

In truth, Donnie had already raised his guard, ready to strike without mercy at any moment.

He knew exactly what Savitar was: a lunatic with no regard for family or friends, a madman who had fallen from a righteous speedster into a frenzied, hysterical killer.

Donnie had no doubt that if their negotiations broke down, if Savitar saw even the slightest