The Mindless White God rsmiled , its alabaster form now flickering with stolen essences—Ra's searing sunfire, Zeus's thunderbolts, Buddha's golden resilience, Hades' blue flames, and Poseidon's tidal surges. Julius gasped, reviving from another knockout, his infinite skeletons regrouping. "It's absorbed them all... the vanquished gods' powers."
The god unleashed a fusion attack: a sun-charged thunder wave crashing like a tidal storm, shattering skeletons and knocking Julius out again. Darkness took him, but Mahito's energy surged, pulling him back.
In the haze of revival, a sad backstory unfolded in Julius's mind—Bathala's voice echoed. Once the supreme creator of the Philippine skies, Bathala shaped worlds with joy. But Ragnarok's shadow stole his children, the diwatas, turning his light to sorrow. He bound himself to hunters like Julius, his last hope, but the war's toll left him a faded guardian, whispering, "End this, or I too will vanish."
Julius's eyes snapped open, fueled by Bathala's tragedy. "I won't let you take more!" He channeled Mahito's full power, his Spiritual Domain expanding into a soul-sealing vortex. Skeletons reformed infinitely, swarming the god, their bones now infused with Mahito's essence to counter the stolen powers. The god's thunder fizzled in the vortex, its sunfire absorbed, tides frozen.
Julius struck the core, a god-slaying seal piercing the white form. It shattered into vanishing fragments, the vanquished powers dissipating. Julius collapsed, victorious, but Bathala's sad echo lingered: "The war... never ends."