Her Wings? Your Wings? No, My Wings! V

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Chapter 94: Her Wings? Your Wings? No, My Wings! V

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'Unleash...' It was an instinctive reaction. Ian released the incomplete result of one of his projects, uncaring about the consequences. Not knocking him out in one hit may have been a mistake.

Imagine holding a sea of fire in an empty dimension. Now imagine compressing all of that fire as much as possible, pushing it into a singular point, forming something akin to a sun, condensed to the point it looks solid.

Keep that compression on, constantly through whatever means necessary, including charity from demons... Now, release it, let it go... Let it all go! What would happen?

A burst so immense, so destructive that it can annihilate an entire city... But that would lead to Ian's death as the consequential outburst will envelop him in the process.

Yet, Ian's power didn't activate. It didn't stop him from releasing the blast nor did it save him from it because it never happened. What he was dealing with was way beyond his level.

Even that single thought and the instinctive reaction were way too slow because, for his opponent, it appeared as if time was still as he ran towards Ian, seemingly stepping on nothing but air to reach him and deliver another punch, a much stronger one, knocking him out.

The man was surprised. Ian not getting knocked out in the first hit was unexpected, especially with all of the force in that strike, but it still didn't matter... Speed is broken.

"Aghh," It was a while before Ian groggily opened his eyes, feeling a bit dazed though that went away quickly as he sobered up instantly, memories of what he remembered last were surfacing in his mind.

He clearly felt the pain in his chin, refreshing his recollection faster. His eyes brown eyes quickly got used to the darkness of the room, getting a glimpse of a shadowy figure before him.

"Who are you?" He was questioned instead of the other way around.

Ian took a deep breath, not losing his calm, his life force was already unleashed, slowly expanding outwards to sense things around among other things.

He was cuffed, but not just that, a metallic rope was binding him tightly to a pillar behind him, restricting his movement. He was almost entirely naked and... He didn't have his rings on.

However, he can sense them, they're in the room. He can even sense his staff within the rings as his connection with it was much stronger. The give and take process allowed for such a thing to be possible.

"Let's see, you're definitely not the Flash, but you're like him or you've some kind of time powers. I don't believe I've done anything to incur the wrath of someone like you, did I?"

Ian's words fell on deaf ears as the shadowy figure asked again, "Who are you!?"

'Hmm, he can not sense my life force, huh? Not too strange, only a few beings were able to sense it so far, and it seemed to be getting harder to sense by the day.'

He took a deep breath, holding back whatever emotions he was feeling inside, "Ian Rose, the crime lord and only lord of Gotham. Anything else you want to know?"

"Who are you?!" The man still asked again though this time, his tone was much more threatening.

"Can you like just ask a specific question?"

The shadowy figure remained silent, contemplating something before he got right to the point, "Why did you steal it?"

"Hmm?" Ian narrowed his eyes, he already made an assumption about who was standing before him, but he was even more sure now.

"The only thing I stole since I came to the central city was information... Is that what you're talking about? Do you have anything to do with Team Flash?"

"Why did you steal it?" The man repeated.

"Simple deductions. Everything that's happened in the past led me to believe that all the metahumans appearing here have something to do with S.T.A.R labs. All I had to do was some more investigation, leading me to the particle accelerator."

Ian was strangely cooperative, even as the man asked more specific questions, he still answered them all.

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Of course recreate it, study it, and see if I can have more control over it. Perhaps even being able to create metahumans in a more controlled manner."

"Where did you get those rings and the staff you used before?"

"Charity."

"Huh?"

The shadowy figure waited for a while, but Ian didn't seem to mean to explain his words.

"You're not going to answer?"

"You don't want me to answer." A smile surfaced on Ian's face seemingly undisturbed by the potential danger. The webs of his life force already found what he was looking for, it was all in motion.

"Do you know who the Flash is?"

"Not really, not yet at least."

"Not really? So you know something... How did you get to your position despite being so weak?"

"Huh?" Ian was confused, he was certainly weak in comparison to a speedster, but he's quite sure that he was one of the strongest crime lords there ever was, and that's without his rings and staff.

"I guess I just think a lot? If someone smart took ten minutes to solve a problem, then I take an hour to eliminate the concept of the problem from existing ever again... I also have a very strange superpower."

"You do?" The presence in the room tensed. Even though that was already a possibility in his mind, he was still cautious.

"Yeah, I'm a natural attractor of charity. Some being and people always find it in their heart to send things right to my doorstep."

Ian had his eyes closed for a while now, perhaps because the area is dark and he couldn't see anything anyway? That's what the shadowy figure thought at least.

But now, he felt something different, he felt danger. He clearly felt a chill run down in his spin.

Normally his speed would slow down time to such an instinct that everything becomes still in his eyes, and that did happen, but Ian had already acted long beforehand, the initiation of the plan was instant.

The dark room became bright in an instant as a massive ball of fire appeared surrounding Ian. Not just that, the speedster also felt a sea of fire being unleashed from a bag in the side of the room where Ian's rings were.

'How?! How was he able to use them when he's so far away?' The speedster was naturally confused. To function, Ian's rings just need his life force, and he can release it outwards and even control it, so what's stopping him from using them from afar?

All he had to do was to spread a part of his life force around him, creating a field of sorts. The other part of his life force was sent into the rings and created a similar field within the sea of Trigon's fire.

You see, the rings work in a complicated way, as an exchange in space. An area enveloped in his life force is exchanged with another area also shrouded in his life force.

Ian humored the vague figure who he was quite sure is Reverse-Flash. He answered his questioned and stalled for time until the exchange in space was ready.

And thus, a field of fire was created around him, a barrier isolating him from his enemy without hurting himself, but that can not go for the long, the temperature in the room will surely raise fast, this is Trigon's fire after all.

The speedster's reaction was quick as expected as time instantly became still for him. He didn't escape, he saw no need to, instead, he ran directly towards the fire.

Quire odd, isn't it? Not so much for him as his figure became fuzzy but also clear. The man was adorned in a yellow outfit, very similar to the Flash's.

The vagueness came from his strangely vibrating form as he went through the fire as if it were nothing. The atoms of his body were vibrating with such speed that he became intangible.

"What?" Much to the man's shock, Ian was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't inside, nor were the cuffs and the metallic rope. Everything seemed to have vanished, ceased to exist... Just what the fuck is happening?