Henry (straining): "We're still here."
Ichiro stood, his wind now sharpened to a blade. He locked eyes with Henry.
Ichiro: "We strike together. One chance."
Henry: "Let's bring her down."
Ichiro spun a whirlwind beneath Viresa, destabilizing her domain—
Henry lit up with divine blue—he dashed through the wind tunnel, using it to amplify his speed.
She raised her arm, crushing them with pressure.
Viresa (echoes): "You think you can defeat me? You are ants that will be crushed by my pressure."
She is interrupted by a plasma beam.
Lenny's mouth slowly turned from scaled back to normal.
Jack quickly gets up. He completely scaled his arms, piercing and grabbing her with his claws.
Jack (struggling under pressure): "NOW!"
Viresa quickly raises her hand, but it is too late.
Henry (shouting): "EAT SHIT, ASSHOLE!"
His fist, glowing with concentrated Heavenly Energy, pierced through her core just as Ichiro's wind blades crushed the density field.
Time slowed.
The singularity behind her snapped.
Her body, impaled by blue light, collapsed backward into the whirlwind.
She gasped—no scream. Only a sharp inhale.
Her obsidian armor cracked into fragments of weightless dust.
She hovered in the air for one final breath.
Then—
FWWWWSHHHH—
She disintegrated into dust and golden vapor.
Jack groaned.
Lenny knelt beside Ronnie, helping him breathe.
Emilia stood in silence next to Elara, staring where Viresa had died.
Henry landed on his knees, breath ragged, energy dim.
Henry: "We…beat her."
Ichiro nodded, wiping blood from his lip.
Ichiro: "She was powerful…"
Henry looked up, his aura fading.
Henry: "Yes…"
Henry gasped at the sight before him.
Before them lay the corpse of a city.
Skyscrapers twisted at unnatural angles. Vehicles floated sideways. Roads hung in midair. Everything shimmered with warped heat and invisible weight, suspended in violation of gravity.
Neoterra Prime had become a gravity-bent graveyard.
Lenny (quietly): "…It's gone."
Ichiro: "This isn't just destruction. This is… unmaking."
Emilia: "The city..."
Ronnie stumbled, barely conscious, supported by Lenny and Elara. Lightning still sparked faintly from his fingers, but his aura was cracked, his breathing shallow.
He looked out over the ruins. His voice came low and hoarse.
Ronnie: "This was the plan all along…"
Henry: "Zorath?"
Ronnie nodded weakly.
Ronnie: "The Event Horizon… it wasn't a weapon. It is a deity. A singularity… grown to maturity. Now, he's using the city's soul fragments to power it."
Henry: "Soul fragments…"
Ronnie: "Where life is is energy, the soul of a living being. Energy cannot disappear. After a living being dies, the energy still remains in the world in the form of soul fragments."
Emilia: "And by merging gravity and the Soul fragments…"
Elara (eyes wide): "He wants to become a gravitational god…"
Henry: "He made himself become the offering…"
Ronnie (voice trembling): "A being that no longer obeys physics. No weight. No consequence. He'll be untouchable."
A vortex churned over the core district, swirling upward in black and gold rings. At its center hovered Zorath Veil—robes fluttering, eyes aglow with singularity energy.
His body was splitting, shedding human limits like glass cracking under cosmic heat.
Around him, reality pulsed and bent. Every heartbeat sent gravity waves across the city. Insects floated. Dust didn't fall. Water spun upward in thin rings.
Zorath (voice projected like a god): "This world chained itself to balance. To rules. To weight."
"I will be the one that pulls it free."
His body began to fuse with the growing singularity behind him—an Event Horizon given form and will.
Back on the cracked surface, the group gathered their strength.
Henry clenched his fists. His aura was dim but focused.
Henry: "We have to stop him."
Emilia (serious): "Even if we die trying."
Ichiro: "We don't have a plan."
Jack: "Then we make one on the way."
Ronnie (weak but defiant): "He's not invincible… yet. If he fuses completely with the Event Horizon, we won't even be able to touch him. But right now, his body's still vulnerable. It's the only opening we'll get."
Elara looked at Henry.
Elara: "And if he finishes the fusion?"
Henry's eyes narrowed.
Henry: "Then we fight a god."
King Midas stood before all kinds of visuals—projections of the Black Halo's data web, flickering with pulses of gravity readings. His skin was flawless, his body ageless—but his mouth twisted unnaturally, full of golden teeth, each polished like treasure.
A single visual displayed Zorath, mid-fusion.
Midas stared in silence.
Behind him, a golden droid emerged from the shadows.
Droid #2: "He's doing it."
Midas: "Becoming an idol of mass and compression? Yes. Very poetic. Very dramatic."
He turned slowly.
Midas: "Let him burn out the sky if he wants. It's Henry I need. The boy glows with something no god of gravity will ever understand."
Droid #2 (tense): "Null won't like being lied to."
Midas (stepping forward): "Null is a shell of what he once was. Obsessed with fairness and seeking what he once lost. He would give the cosmos back to the weak if you let him."
"But I… I will rebuild the hierarchy. With Henry's Heavenly Awakening as the keystone."
Midas stares at the visual, which shows Zorath.
Midas (grinning): "Oh, I will. One god dies. Another is born. But for now, I have to concentrate on another task. Henry can wait."
Meanwhile…
Ronnie sat on cracked concrete.
Ronnie: "Zorath's using three fusion anchors to stabilize the Event Horizon. If you shut them down, the singularity collapses before it binds to him."
Jack: "Then we break all three."
The group turned toward the glowing core district, where gravity distorted the skyline like a mirage. The three fusion anchors pulsed in the distance—towers of raw gravitational energy laced with golden circuitry.
Ichiro: "We split up."
Emilia: "Three points. Three teams."
Ronnie: "Henry and Elara head to the North Spire.
Jack and Lenny to the Central Support Nexus.
Ichiro and Emilia to the Outer Ring Anchor.
I will confront Zorath and try to distract him from further merging."
Henry (to Ronnie): "When this is over… we find your son."
Ronnie just looked away.
Ronnie (quietly): "…Just survive."
As they turned to go, the ground quaked.
The Event Horizon pulsed stronger than ever, a rhythmic sound echoing like a divine heartbeat across the broken city.