While Deathstroke went to find Barry and entered the Speed Force Plane for a private talk, time in the Omniverse continued to flow normally, like a clear spring running down from the mountains, or an apple falling under gravity.
Though both were subject to the same gravitational acceleration, if one imagined a point within an unceasing stream of water and had it fall from the same height as an apple, one would feel that the former was slow while the latter was fast.
That was the illusion created by the countless other "points" within the continuity of time.
For some unknown reason, Manhattan had provided an important piece of intelligence, but Su Ming's preparations still required time.
At the same time, in a small town on the Mexican-American border, a lone pedestrian walked down the empty streets.
He looked weathered and utterly exhausted, but a burning desire filled his eyes as they swept over the buildings along the street like those of some predator.
This was not some middle-aged man on his way home from work looking for prostitutes amid a midlife crisis, because he wanted to gain rather than give. Prostitutes emptied a man's wallet along with his body, leaving only fleeting pleasure without even time to savor it.
What he wanted was lasting happiness, or rather, the capital that would allow him to live well for a long time.
Besides, the man had no money right now, and the town was as devoid of people as if it were haunted. Even with the sun hanging in the sky, it was still terrifyingly quiet.
He was looking for The Loner.
Few had ever seen The Loner take a step, because whenever he wanted to go somewhere, it was usually more like the world moved before him.
He had once