The floor at the center of the laboratory opened completely.
A ring-shaped device slowly rose from underground.
Its metal tracks nested one inside another, spanning a full fifty meters in diameter.
Scarlet energy patterns covered the inner walls of the tracks, lighting up like blood vessels. The dark matter energy left in the Particle Accelerator was forcibly drawn into the device's core.
Buzzz-
The entire S.T.A.R. Labs building shuddered.
The ceiling lights began to flicker, and red alerts flashed wildly across the Control Console's screen.
[Generating spacetime field.] [Energy leakage rate: 17%.] [Warning: high-frequency tremors detected in the underground structure.]
Cisco stood where he was, his expression grim.
He stared at the man who had stood up.
At the face he had once respected more than almost anyone else's.
"You're not the Doctor."
Cisco spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
"Harrison Wells would never do this."
Thawne turned to look at him.
"Cisco, you've always been a smart kid."
"So you should understand that the real Harrison Wells died fifteen years ago."
Cisco's hands hung at his sides.
He remembered his first time entering S.T.A.R. Labs, when Wells had tossed him a scrapped Quantum Sensor and told him to take it apart himself.
Three days later, he had actually repaired it.
That day, Wells had patted his shoulder and said,
"You're not repairing machines, Cisco. You're creating the future."
Looking back now,
those words might have been a lie from beginning to end.
"You killed him."
Cisco raised his head.
"You stole his face, his name, his laboratory, and then you used us."
Thawne did not deny it.
"Used you?"
He raised his hand.
An arc of red lightning danced at his fingertips.
"I gave you knowledge, a platform, and technology ahead of its time."
"And you repay