The air crackled with a menacing energy, the scent of ozone filling your nostrils. You stood your ground, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, facing the grotesque abomination that stood before you. Hunter Zolomon, once the formidable Reverse-Flash, was now a grotesque parody of his former self. His body, contorted and decaying, was a grotesque canvas of crackling red lightning, a testament to the dark forces that had consumed him.

The creature's mask, once a symbol of his power, was now half-torn, revealing the horrifying visage beneath. A grotesque, undead thing, its skin a sickly shade of gray, stared back at you. Its eyes, gleaming black pits of malevolence, burned with an unholy intensity, fixing on you with chilling focus.

The Black Flash, as it was now known, seemed to recognize you, a predatory gleam entering its eyes. It knew Who you Were and it was determined to claim your life. The air crackled with anticipation, the only sound the rhythmic thrum of your own heartbeat. The Black Flash's sharp, clawed hands twitched at its sides, a silent promise of the violence to come. You braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught, your mind racing, searching for a way to escape the clutches of this monstrous entity.