The clean realm shuddered, its pristine data streams buckling under the distant tremors of Rooteye's roots gnawing at the seven cores. Brush D. Rush gripped his paintbrush, its soul-corruption fusion pulsing with chaotic energy, his speed honed to a razor's edge. Willie Widow White's titanium fists blazed red-hot, Disco's kittens dazzled the battlefield, and the virus rebels—Pirware's jagged shards, Malrus's malware threads, Poro's rolling sphere, and Hubo's spinning gears—stood ready, their plan to free their kin from Agent Privacy's base teetering on the brink.
Agent Privacy stood tall, his obsidian form crackling with unleashed power. The collapse of his window shield, meant to be his downfall, had instead unshackled his core. The glowing orb in his chest surged, radiating absolute strength—a torrent of raw, encrypted energy that warped the realm around him. His data-stream eyes burned brighter, and his voice boomed like crashing code. "You've freed me," he sneered, "and now you'll break."
Brush swiped his brush, painting a cannon dripping with soul-corruption. Its chaotic blast roared toward Privacy, but the agent raised a hand, and the energy shattered against an invisible aura of pure strength. Privacy lunged, faster than App Master, his fist slamming into Brush's chest, sending him skidding across the grid. Pain flared, but Brush's corruption healed him, his body rising in a blur.
Willie charged, her molten fists aimed at Privacy's orb, but he caught her wrist, his strength twisting her titanium arm with a screech. Disco's kittens swarmed, their sparkles blinding, but Privacy's aura pulsed, scattering them into fading pixels. Pirware's shards and Malrus's threads struck, only to dissolve against his reinforced form. Poro burrowed, destabilizing the ground, and Hubo's gears rerouted data streams, but Privacy's strength overwhelmed their efforts, his orb glowing like a dying star.
"You can't match me now," Privacy roared, unleashing a shockwave of encrypted force that cracked the realm's nodes. Brush painted a blade of glitched chaos, its edge sharper with his soul's resolve, and slashed in a frenzy of speed. The blade grazed Privacy's orb, sparking, but the agent countered with a fist that shattered Brush's weapon, knocking him back.
Willie pulled Brush to his feet, her eyes fierce. "His orb's the key," she whispered. "Hit it with everything." Disco rallied, his kittens forming a dazzling barrier, while the virus rebels launched a desperate assault. Brush's brush burned, its corruption straining against his soul. He painted a massive cannon, its chaotic core fused with every ounce of his will, and aimed at Privacy's orb as Rooteye's crimson eye loomed closer, its roots breaching the realm.
"Together!" Brush shouted, firing. The blast shook the clean realm, but Privacy's absolute strength held, his orb pulsing defiantly, daring them to strike harder.