Wait a minute.
He nearly forgot the genetic material.
Alex banked sharply in the sky, turning back toward the charred crater where he had obliterated the first Mega Kaiju with his Crimson Resonance. Smoke still drifted upward from molten ground.
He landed near the blackened remains, the air shimmering faintly with heat.
> Ding!
Kaiju genetics detected. Do you wish to integrate?
> "Yes," he answered, without hesitation.
As soon as the confirmation passed—
> It began.
His body shuddered.
A sharp crack echoed across the field as his tail split—clean down the middle—before both sides regenerated into a pair of long, whip-like tails. He grunted as his balance shifted, but his instincts adapted fast.
Then—
> A second pair of glowing red eyes formed, just behind the first.
And with them, a secondary brain.
Processing power surged through his nervous system, sharpening reflexes and target tracking.
His wings glowed faintly red, heat radiating as new shock-absorbing cells formed across the membranes — strong enough to endure heavier impacts, even redirect kinetic force.
He flexed his new tails and let out a low, gravelly chuckle.
> "Nice."
And better yet—
> He could now absorb kinetic energy.
Not infinitely of course . But it would surely be useful.
His entire frame looked leaner, meaner, more terrifying then before so much that he was starting to look alien.
With one last look at the battlefield behind him, Alex leapt into the air, wings carving through the sky as he rose into the clouds once again.
Meanwhile in Boston.
The battle in Boston had only grown more brutal.
Above the shattered skyline, Rodan and Mothra tore through the air, locked in a vicious aerial duel. Wingbeats cracked like thunder. Feathers and scales rained down as the two ancient creatures clashed in a blur of fury and light.
Below them, the earth trembled.
Ghidorah, having been driven into the ground by Godzilla's raw power, suddenly spotted something—a ruined power substation, sparking wildly amidst the rubble.
One of his heads lashed out, biting down on the exposed cables.
> Electricity surged through his body.
His golden scales glowed brighter, lightning dancing between his necks. A sudden blast of power erupted from his body—
> KRAK-THOOOM!
A wave of crackling energy exploded outward.
Fighter jets flying overhead were instantly vaporized.
Godzilla staggered backward, smoking and scorched, his dorsal fins dimming. He grunted, winded and exhausted, every step slower than the last.
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Nearby, Mark Russell and the recovery team scrambled over debris, searching desperately through the broken city.
"There!" someone shouted.
They found Madison, partially buried under twisted metal and rubble. She was unconscious, her arm clutching the damaged ORCA.
Mark dropped to his knees and pulled her out gently, checking her pulse.
> She was alive.
Not too far from them with a shriek of triumph, Ghidorah launched into the air, grabbing hold of the weakened Godzilla. His talons clamped onto the King's shoulders, and his necks coiled tightly around Godzilla's form.
Higher and higher he flew—until both Titans vanished into the storm above.
Then—
> He dropped him.
Godzilla's massive body plummeted through the clouds like a meteor, crashing toward the ruined city below.
Where the earth welcomed him back with a loud crash.
Ghidorah descended from the storm, wings crackling with electricity as he landed like thunder itself. The ruined city trembled beneath his weight.
Godzilla lay motionless, a scorched crater beneath him. Smoke rose from his back, his glowing spines flickering weakly.
But he wasn't alone.
From above, Mothra descended like a dying star, wings ragged and torn, her body glowing faintly with divine energy. She fluttered toward Godzilla's fallen form and landed gently atop him, wings spread wide in a protective shield.
Ghidorah snarled, three heads snapping in unison.
> Mothra didn't flinch.
She knew what she was doing.
With one final cry, she lunged forward—but before she could strike—
> ZRAK-THOOOOM!
All three of Ghidorah's heads unleashed their gravity beams at point-blank range.
The blast tore through Mothra's form, disintegrating her mid-flight. She burst into glowing embers, her energy spiraling upward like golden dust.
Her particles floated gently down and—
> Seeped into Godzilla then a deep, molten glow bloomed between Godzilla's scales.
His body pulsed with radiant heat, glowing red-hot like magma trapped beneath cracked obsidian. The ground beneath him began to steam. The air shimmered with heat.
But Ghidorah wasn't done.
> He lunged.
The three-headed tyrant bit down into Godzilla's back and shoulders, locking his jaws and absorbing the radiation as fast as it surged.
He was trying to drain the detonation.
Trying to kill the King before he could go critical.
"We need to buy Godzilla time," Mark said, urgency in his voice as he turned to Emma.
She looked back at him, understanding what he meant instantly.
> "We fix the ORCA. Get on the Osprey. Lure Ghidorah away."
Emma gave a tight nod.
While Mark and the others boarded the Osprey with the repaired ORCA, Emma stayed behind, climbing into a battered van rigged with the device.
The ORCA's frequency activated—its hum spreading like a beacon across the battlefield.
Ghidorah heard it.
His remaining head swiveled, locking onto the source of the sound. With a roar of fury, he abandoned Godzilla and chased the van through the wreckage of the city.
Emma gripped the wheel with one hand, the other cradling her fractured ribs. The street buckled beneath the weight of the beast behind her. Then—
> CRACK-THOOM!
A blast of gravity beams struck the back of the van, flipping it violently through the air. Metal crunched. Glass shattered.
Emma was thrown from the wreckage, tumbling across the broken pavement.
She lay still, bleeding, bones shattered.
But with her last breath, she looked toward the approaching figure in the smoke.
> "Long… live the king."
And then a low, guttural rumble.
Godzilla strode to the scene.
Steam poured off his body in waves. The ground beneath his feet melted, his steps turning pavement into molten slag. The orange glow between his scales pulsed brighter with each thunderous step.
Burning Godzilla had awakened.
Ghidorah turned, snarling.
Too late.
> WOOOOOM!
Godzilla unleashed a radiation pulse—a superheated shockwave of raw nuclear force. The air ignited. Ghidorah's wings burst into flame, the membrane vaporized instantly, leaving behind smoldering bone.
Ghidorah howled in rage, firing all his gravity beams—
> They hit.
But they did nothing.
Godzilla advanced through the beams, unshaken, his body glowing hotter and hotter—
> Until he detonated again.
The explosion vaporized two of Ghidorah's heads, leaving only the central one intact, hissing and writhing.
Godzilla stepped forward, crushing Ghidorah's chest beneath his massive foot.
> A final, blinding eruption followed.
Flames and light then Silence.
The rubble shifted.
A low rumble echoed through the ruins of Boston.
From beneath the debris, Ghidorah's last remaining head emerged—weak, snarling, defiant even in defeat.
head in his jaws, he began to charge
His dorsal fins lit up in sequce as Ghidorah's head begun smoking blue as the ionized radiation builded up on Godzilla's throat then .FWWOOOOOM!
Godzilla unleashed a final atomic breath, point-blank.
The last of King Ghidorah was obliterated, the head disintegrated in a brilliant flash of nuclear fire.
Silence followed.
Ash drifted through the sky like snow.
Stanton looked at the live photage from the Argo.
> "Jesus Christ…" he whispered.
The others said nothing. No one moved. No one breathed.
Then— ROOOOOAAAAARRRR!
A piercing, primal roar echoed from the distant skies—sharp and wild, completely different from Godzilla's booming call.
The wind shifted.
Lightning flickered across the horizon—but it was red.
From the smoke and mist emerged a massive silhouette, wings spread wide like a dragon from myth, glowing faintly with crimson energy. The air rippled with static.
Red lightning cracked across the clouds behind him.
> Black Wyvern had arrived.
Colonel Diane Foster narrowed her eyes as the beast approached.
> "He's here," she said looking at the radar that kept flickering.