The clean realm quaked, its pristine data streams fracturing as Rooteye's roots clawed closer to the seven cores. Brush D. Rush stood defiant, his paintbrush blazing with soul-corruption fusion, its chaotic energy pushing his speed to match Agent Privacy's absolute strength. Willie Widow White's titanium fists glowed 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—fought fiercely, their plan to free their kin from Agent Privacy's base hanging by a thread.
Agent Privacy towered, his obsidian form radiating raw power, his chest's orb pulsing like a supernova. His absolute strength, unleashed by the collapse of his window shield, shattered Brush's latest cannon blast, the chaotic energy dissolving against his aura. "You're nothing," Privacy sneered, hurling a fist of encrypted force. Brush dodged in a blur, painting a blade of glitched chaos, slashing at the orb. Sparks flew, but Privacy's strength held, his counterstrike grazing Brush's side.
Pain seared, and Brush stumbled, his vision blurring. The corruption energy, fused with his soul, had pushed his body beyond its limits. Blood seeped from his side, his physical form—still human beneath the digital chaos—weakening. Each swipe of the brush drained him further, the corruption burning through his veins. He painted another cannon, its chaotic blast aimed at Privacy's orb, but his arm trembled, and the shot went wide, fizzling into static.
"Brush!" Willie shouted, her molten fists striking Privacy to buy time. Disco's kittens swarmed, blinding the agent, while Pirware and Malrus launched desperate attacks, their shards and threads bouncing off Privacy's aura. Poro and Hubo disrupted the ground, but Brush's knees buckled, blood pooling beneath him. The brush's vibrations faltered, Glitch's laughter mocking his weakness.
Privacy seized the moment, his orb flaring as he unleashed a shockwave that sent the rebels sprawling. Brush collapsed, his brush clattering to the ground, its glow dimming. "Pathetic," Privacy said, stepping forward, his strength unyielding. Willie dove to Brush's side, her titanium hands pressing against his wound, but the blood kept flowing, his pulse fading.
Disco's shades cracked, his kittens dimming. "No way, Brushy!" he cried, but Pirware and Malrus hissed, their glitched forms retreating as Rooteye's crimson eye loomed through a fractured node. Willie's eyes burned with defiance. "We're not done," she whispered, cradling Brush's limp form, his defeat sealed by blood loss as Privacy's shadow loomed, and the clean realm teetered on the edge of collapse.