The battle in the city raged on.
More lives were lost.
Some grew stronger amidst the chaos.
Others lost everything they held dear.
And a few, like Brian, found themselves at the most pivotal moments of their lives.
Boom!
Brian didn't know how long he'd been trading blows, but it felt like an eternity.
At this point, his appearance had changed drastically.
His hair was now snow white, not with the elegance of age, but the pallor of illness.
His body had grown gaunt and pale, exuding a heavy sense of weakness despite the terrifying aura radiating from him.
Also.
His left arm was missing.
"Give up... cough, cough..."
In the void, Peter tried once more to persuade Brian to surrender, only to end up coughing blood.
His face turned ashen.
He knew his time was running out.
If the battle dragged on any longer, he wouldn't survive.