The wind howled, mirroring the storm raging within Omni-Man. He towered over you, his form a grotesque parody of the hero you once idolized. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, burned with a terrifying intensity. His red gloves, once symbols of justice, were now stained crimson, a macabre testament to his brutal assault.

"You wanna die for this planet?!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl. "Fine! What's 17 more years?" He brought his fist down, connecting with your face with sickening force. Blood splattered across the rock face, a gruesome testament to his savagery. "I can always start again, look for a new sidekick."

Another blow, another torrent of blood. He rained down punches, each one a hammer blow to your already battered body. Then, abruptly, he stopped, his fist hovering inches from your face. "Damnit!" he snarled, his breathing ragged, the realization dawning on him that he couldn't bring himself to finish the job.

He staggered back, his gaze fixed on the carnage he had wrought. "Why did you make me do this?!" he raged, his voice echoing through the desolate mountain pass. "You're fighting so you can watch everyone around you die! Think! Think! You'll outlast every fragile, insignificant being on this planet! You'll live to see this world crumble to dust and blow away!"

He gestured wildly, his voice rising to a fever pitch. "Everyone! And everything you know will be gone! What will you have after 500 years? What will be left?"

His words hung heavy in the air, a chilling prophecy of a desolate future.