Ronnie kicked himself out of Zorath's fang.
He turns into lightning and shoots himself at Zorath. He tries to dodge, but Ronnie is too fast.
He raises rubble from the ground upwards, compressing it into one giant ball—tossing it towards Ronnie.
Electricity shoots out of his body everywhere. He reaches at them with his hands and shoots beams of electricity at it, melting it completely.
Out of the smoke, Zorath jumps into Ronnie. He jumps away, but Zorath pulls him directly to him and holds him by his neck.
Zorath: "You can't defeat me."
Ronnie (smiling): "That's why I'm not alone."
Ronnie (screaming): "NOW, HENRY—!! WHATEVER YOU GOT LEFT—USE IT—!!"
Zorath finally blasted Ronnie away, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.
But in that moment…
A blue light appeared behind Zorath.
Henry (calm, glowing): "Shooting Star."
He became a blur of pure blue light—a comet of divine energy streaking through the shattered sky.
He aimed directly for Zorath's back—all power focused, his aura screaming as it tore through air and space.
But Zorath moved.
He turned calmly.
Raised a single hand.
CLAAANG!!
And caught Henry mid-strike.
No force. No struggle.
Just one god… holding light in his palm.
Zorath (voice calm, divine): "Do you understand now? Your strength is still part of gravity. And I have become its master."
Zorath clenched his hand—and the heavenly energy surrounding Henry shattered, scattering Henry into the dirt below.
Zorath: "Did you really think that I would need the anchors to fulfill my destiny?"
He levitated into the sky; he stretched out his arms—the ground started to shake heavily.
Then.
BOOOOM—!
The sky went black.
The Event Horizon collapsed inward—then was reborn.
A wave of gravitational pressure burst outward, knocking over buildings miles away. Trees were uprooted. Clouds were pulled into rings.
And Zorath Veil… no longer looked human.
His body was radiant black and gold, surrounded by a halo of orbiting light shards, his eyes glowing with event density, his voice echoing across dimensions.
He had become the Gravitational God-Entity.
Henry lay groaning on the ground.
Elara rushed to his side—barely conscious herself.
Then Jack and Lenny arrived.
Ichiro and Emilia followed, bruised, bloody, but still moving.
They all stood in front of Henry.
Zorath slowly descended from the sky.
Zorath (divine tone): "This form is not for war… it is for transcendence. But you insist on resistance."
Jack (growling): "You're damn right."
Ichiro: "We're not done yet."
Zorath raised a hand.
The ground around them inverted, forming floating plates of land. Buildings twisted into spirals. The very light around them shifted into monochrome.
They attacked together:
Lenny and Jack scaled their mouths; Lenny shot a plasma beam, and Jack launched a purple lightning beam.
Ichiro summoned all his wind, launching a giant wind razor.
Emilia flew at him, attacking him with a mist axe.
Elara unleashed a beam of cracked green energy from her core.
Henry, half-standing, roared and channeled his remaining heavenly energy into his shooting star to get near him and hit him with all of his heavenly energy.
They hit him all at once.
BLAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM—!!
Dust.
Silence.
And when it cleared—
Zorath was still floating.
Not even scratched.
Zorath (eyes glowing): "You brought weapons. I brought the laws of the universe."
He lowered both arms.
Gravity snapped inward.
The entire battlefield collapsed toward him—buildings, debris, and even color itself were pulled into his field. The tower broke into itself.
The group was flung like dolls—slamming into wreckage, into earth, into pain.
Elara (screaming): "HENRY—!!"
He tried to stand again.
But this time… even Henry's light was fading.
Zorath Veil now stands as a god of weight and reality.
The entire group gave everything… and still couldn't touch him.
The world trembles. The Horizon pulses.
And Zorath's voice rises again—not to speak to them.
But to the sky.
Zorath: "The Event Horizon is complete. Now let me begin shaping the world into whatever I want it to be. Let a thousand years of my kind's wrath turn this world into a better one."
Henry rose from the ground.
His knees shook. His arm hung broken. His clothes were torn.
But his heavenly aura still glowed—blue and flickering like a dying star.
He took a step forward.
Then another.
And looked up at the gravitational deity who had beaten them all.
Zorath Veil floated above—divine, majestic, incomprehensible. Light and shadow orbiting him like a solar system. Gravity itself bent to his will.
Henry (quietly): "You're not a god. You're just… another coward running from weakness."
Zorath slowly descended.
Even speaking, his voice made the air shiver.
Zorath: "And you are a boy pretending to be more."
Henry (raising his fist): "Let's find out."
Henry vanished—becoming pure blue light.
Henry: "Shooting Star!"
He shot forward like a comet—Zorath raised his hand.
BOOM—!
Gravity imploded around Henry—but he phased through it, emerging behind Zorath with a Heaven-empowered punch to the head.
Direct hit.
But Zorath didn't move.
He turned calmly, caught Henry by the throat, and flung him through a skyscraper.
KRRRASH!!
Henry skidded across concrete, bleeding.
He stood up again.
Charged.
This time—he blurred into five afterimages, all striking at once.
Henry: "Star Images!"
Zorath twisted his fingers.
The air folded—the afterimages collapsed into each other.
Henry was caught mid-air by a burst of gravitational spears, pinning him like a crucifix.
Zorath: "You burn bright, little star. But stars fall."
He compressed the air around Henry.
Bones cracked.
Henry screamed—his aura sparking, breaking apart.
And yet—he released it all.
Henry roared.
A final blast of divine energy surged outward from his body—blue energy exploding in a wave so bright it made Zorath vanish from view.
For a moment… it looked like he did it.
For a moment… Henry floated, surrounded by light.
But when the fire cleared—
Zorath stood at the center.
Untouched.
Eyes glowing like black holes. He holds Henry in the air.
Zorath: "You gave everything."
He raised one hand.
Zorath: "And everything… was not enough."
He closed his fist—and gravity crushed down on Henry from all directions.
CRRRRAAAAAAAASSSHHH!!
The ground cracked.
The city shook.
And Henry hit the dirt—broken, still breathing, but utterly defeated.