One Against Five! Battle at the Watchtower!

Superman let out a low growl. His voice had lost its usual gentleness, turning cold and resolute as steel.

No more words were needed.

Five figures, each representing a different pinnacle of power on Earth, struck from five directions at the same instant. Their target was Link, standing in the center of the room, and every attack was meant to kill.

The first to reach him was light.

A crimson streak of lightning tore through the room. Barry Allen burned through the Speed Force, pushing himself faster than ever before. To his eyes, the world had become a motionless expanse of gray and white. Only Link remained: his one target, the man he had to hit.

He would drive a punch imbued with the laws of the Speed Force into this man who had blasphemed against the gods and trap him in a prison of time!

But just as his fist was about to strike Link's temple—

A hand appeared before it. Calm and steady, as though reaching out from another dimension, it stopped his punch with effortless ease.

Link did not even turn his head to look at him.

He shifted slightly and, at an angle that defied physics, gently pressed the edge of his palm against Barry's fist—a fist that could punch through the steel plating of an aircraft carrier.

There was no violent collision. No burst of energy.

Barry felt as though he had plunged into an endless mass of cotton. At the instant of contact, an invisible force absorbed all his momentum and all the power he had drawn from the Speed Force, neutralizing both until nothing remained.

"No... impossible..."

Color returned to Barry's world. He saw Link's calm profile and those eyes that seemed able to see through everything.

Link was not looking at him