Barry had a knack for picking places. His understanding of the Speed Force Plane surpassed that of most speedsters.
He had chosen a Time Stream on the verge of collapse. Humanity had vanished from this place, making it feel somewhat like Marvel's End Time next door—a ruined post-apocalyptic world.
The air was filled with radioactive dust, while suspicious green liquid lay scattered across the ground. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a pitch-black horizon. A textbook radioactive finale.
Even so, when gold and Black Light raced across the land one after the other, billowing dust still rose behind them.
"Barry, look for terrain we can use to our advantage. Canyons, trenches, high mountains—anything works. I can fly, and none of you can. That's a tactical advantage. I can't stop Black Flash on an open plain."
"I'm looking. I'm trying." Barry's legs had become two blurry afterimages, yet his voice remained remarkably steady. "This Future was probably ended by nuclear war, so old geographical knowledge isn't much use if we're trying to find new terrain on Earth."
As Su Ming drew the Nightfall Greatsword from his waist pouch, he replied, "Run toward the Northern Hemisphere. Use your electricity to sense Earth's magnetic field, then circle along the latitude lines. We'll eventually find the Himalaya Mountains. Human weapons couldn't have flattened that mountain range."
The moment he finished speaking, Barry had raced hundreds of thousands of kilometers, arriving beneath a mountain range that still retained a faint outline.
The once-holy snowy mountains were now nothing but a black, bald, twisted mass, like chocolate frosting piped onto a cake.
"There!"
Su Ming pointed directly at a terrain feature resembling a narrow cleft between cliffs. Who knew what idle fool had used nuclear bombs to blast the Himalaya Mountains,