Just as they were about to reach their destination, Su Ming suddenly felt a chill crawl down his back, as if someone were badmouthing him behind his back.
He turned to look behind him, but Black Flash had not caught up. On the contrary, the plan was going quite smoothly.
"I can see the theater." White currents crackled all over Jesse's body, and her two short legs moved so fast they left only afterimages. "That rainbow Floating Island in the sky in the distance, right?"
It was indeed quite far away. From here, it looked like nothing more than a pixel-sized dot.
"Yes, that rainbow-colored floating island. Speed up—your glide needs enough momentum too." Deathstroke pushed the thought aside and patted the Cloak behind him, telling it to give the girl a little help.
The Cloak did not have the Speed Force, but it possessed the purest kind of speed: speed granted by magical power.
Magic had always been the power to change the world through will, and the same held true in the Speed Force Plane. Otherwise, how could it be called a holy artifact?
It flew off the Sorcerer Supreme's shoulders on its own, transformed into a pair of hands in midair, and placed them against Jesse Quick's back.
It was like fitting a car with plasma jet engines. The speedster, already incredibly fast, now became too fast to describe in words. She could only instinctively follow Deathstroke's order to jump, then close her eyes and glide.
There was no real problem. Moving at the same speed, flying through the air was actually easier than running on the ground, since there were no obstacles and the motion was in a straight line.
Wrapped in white lightning, the group flashed forward and landed on the island in an instant,