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“Dale,” Flash said calmly. “Now.”
Ming stared, his composure cracking like cheap porcelain. “Impossible.”
Flash closed his eyes. He wasn’t a scientist. He wasn’t a wizard. He was a quarterback from Earth who’d fallen into a rocket ship. flash gordon vpx
Not fast. Precisely . He sidestepped a lash of pure entropy, ducked under a wave of inverted time, and slid across the floor as if he were diving for the goal line in the final quarter.
Ming laughed. “You’ll never reach it. The harmonic field will shred you atom by atom.” “Dale,” Flash said calmly
The throne room plunged into darkness. In the chaos, Flash heard Dale drop from the vent, felt her hand find his.
“Dale,” he whispered into his cracked helmet comm. Static. Then a hiss. He wasn’t a scientist
“The rockets,” he agreed.









