In the aftermath of the devastating confrontation, a chilling silence settled over the scene.
The once powerful Sinister Gang had been reduced to mere echoes of their former selves, their existence erased by the overwhelming force that Daniel had unleashed.
As the dust cleared, the remnants of the gang members were scattered like leaves in the wind.
Amidst the eerie stillness, Boston's figure stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror.
The cocky arrogance that had once defined him had crumbled away, leaving behind a shell of a man consumed by fear.
His body trembled uncontrollably, each shiver a testament to the depths of his terror.
The realization of his own helplessness had taken root in his mind, a haunting truth that gnawed at his sanity.
As he gazed upon the aftermath of Daniel's wrath, his lips quivered, and his voice wavered when he finally managed to speak.