Julius stood in a vast, colorless expanse, the air thick with an oppressive silence. The Mindless White God loomed before him—a towering, featureless form of pure alabaster energy, its movements mechanical and relentless. No eyes, no mouth, just an endless void of white that absorbed all light and sound. Julius's heart raced; this was no spirit or god he could reason with. It was a force, immune to pain, to sealing, to death itself.
his three strongest skeletons shattered as the god one shotted them
The Spiritual Domain expanded, a dark aura rippling across the white void. Infinite skeletons erupted from the ground, their bony frames clattering as they formed an endless army. Blades, spears, and claws gleamed in their hands, charging at the god in waves. The first legion slammed into the white form, slashing and stabbing, but the god didn't flinch. Its surface rippled like water, absorbing the attacks without a mark.
Julius gritted his teeth. "Keep going! Overwhelm it!"
The skeletons multiplied, a sea of bone crashing against the god. For a moment, it staggered, but then a pulse of white energy exploded outward. Julius felt the impact like a hammer to his skull—his vision blurred, his body flying back. Darkness swallowed him.
Knockout.
He awoke seconds later, Mahito's energy reviving him. The god was closer, its form unchanging. The skeletons reformed, infinite in number, but the god's pulse knocked Julius out again before he could command them effectively.
Knockout.
Reviving once more, Julius realized the pattern. The god was immune to physical damage, but its attacks targeted the mind, inducing comas with each wave. His infinite army was useless if he couldn't lead them.