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"GAAHHHHH!!"
The MUTO Prime reeled back, her mandibles clicking furiously.
She had fought countless times before, against Dagon and other Titans in the abyssal dark, and she knew that when brute force failed, adaptation must follow.
This creature called Godzilla was different.
His body resisted seismic shock.
His bones refused to shatter.
And his dorsal spines, the obvious weak point, had survived the Super Vibration Roar.
Still, the MUTO did not falter.
Instead, its ruby eyes blazed brighter, the inner organs humming like living machinery.
Its jaws opened again, throat vibrating at hypersonic frequency.
"SKREEEEEEEEHHHHH!!"
The Super Vibration Roar ripped the air apart, a wall of sound made solid.
Windows on distant bases shattered instantly.
The ground beneath Godzilla fractured into webs of splintered stone.
But the King of the Monsters braced himself, his spines glowing with blue light as the energy wave slammed into him.
"Ka…ka…kakakaka…"
Cracks spiderwebbed across his dorsal plates, shards flaking off, but they did not break.
Instead, the spines glowed hotter, fueled by the energy stress, adapting.
The memory of Miraluz breaking them weeks ago still burned in Godzilla's instincts.
That pain had forced his evolution.
Now, his coral-like spines were reborn harder, denser, more resonant.
They absorbed the sound instead of collapsing under it.
"RRRROOOAARRR!!"
His answering roar shook the heavens, and arcs of nuclear-blue light raced down his body.
A flash lit the battlefield.
Godzilla opened his maw wide, unleashing a blinding stream of atomic fire.
The beam tore across the ruined naval base like a fallen star, the ground beneath it vaporizing.
The MUTO Prime roared in defiance and raised its colossal forelimbs.
Its carapace shimmered, the plasma epidermis igniting like molten armor.
The atomic breath slammed into it,
"BOOOOMMMM!!"
The air turned to fire.
For a heartbeat, the MUTO resisted.
But Godzilla's evolved breath was sharper, hotter, more concentrated than ever before.
Plasma armor melted, exoskeleton blistering and cracking.
Then the ray punched through.
A hole the size of an aircraft carrier erupted through the MUTO's side, spraying molten ichor across the ground like a volcanic geyser.
The Titan shrieked in agony, its massive body trembling.
And yet,
It did not fall.
Instead, the MUTO Prime lunged forward through the beam itself, enduring the searing pain.
With a final surge, it swung its claws in a vicious arc and slammed Godzilla across the jaw.
The King staggered, cut off mid-breath, crashing into the shattered remains of the base.
POV – Monarch Osprey, circling at high altitude
"Holy, Godzilla's down!" the pilot shouted.
The Osprey bucked as the shockwave hit.
Emma Russell's eyes widened.
"No… not down. Look, he's getting back up."
Through the smoke, the colossal silhouette of Godzilla rose once more.
His skin charred, blood seeping from fresh wounds, but his spines were already glowing again.
"Dear God," Emma whispered.
"He's learning… adapting faster than ever."
Back on the battlefield…
Godzilla snarled, tail lashing like a whip, gouging trenches through the earth.
He wasn't just fighting to kill.
He was testing, adapting, and matching his strength against the ancient parasite.
The MUTO Prime, trembling from its gaping wound, clicked its mandibles, lowering itself into a battle stance.
Its instincts screamed at it to retreat, but its rage demanded vengeance.
The death of its brood could not go unanswered.
It lunged again, aiming not for brute strikes but strategy, circling, slashing at Godzilla's legs, driving him back toward the coastline.
Godzilla responded in kind, lowering his head, snapping his jaws, trying to pin the parasite's limbs.
Their duel was no longer just force against force, but predator versus predator, each probing for weakness.
"RRRRAAGGHHHHH!!"
Godzilla finally caught one claw, sinking his teeth into it and twisting, bone and armor snapping under the pressure.
The MUTO shrieked, trying to wrench free, then drove its other forelimb down, hammering Godzilla across the skull until he released.
Both staggered back, wounded, bleeding, neither willing to collapse.
And then, the MUTO made its choice.
Screeching in defiance, it slammed its claws into the ground and cracked open the earth itself, vanishing into the abyss it created.
Dust and smoke swallowed it whole, leaving only the trembling of the underground tunnels behind.
Godzilla roared furiously at the retreating enemy, atomic fire glowing in his throat.
But he did not pursue.
The earth was the parasite's domain.
Underground, the MUTO would have the advantage, and Godzilla knew it.
Instead, he stood tall amidst the ruins of Guam, battered but unbroken.
His glowing spines dimmed as he inhaled deeply, blood dripping into the sea.
He had survived the storm, and he had proven his strength.
The image of Miraluz burned in his primal memory.
The dragon's strike, the shattering of his spines, the humiliation of defeat.
Now… he was stronger.
Now, he could endure even the parasite's deadliest roars.
If they met again, he would reclaim his throne.
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Isla Sorna (Dragon Island)
Far across the Pacific, the ruler of the mutant dinosaurs stirred.
Miraluz sneezed, a thunderous blast that sent seven of his sisters hatchlings tumbling like leaves in a storm.
Their squeals of protest echoed across the cliffs, but Miraluz barely noticed.
His wings unfurled, shadowing half the nesting grounds.
"Who's thinking of me?" he rumbled, voice like a grinding mountain.
Then his eyes narrowed, and his perception spread outward, an invisible wave that crossed oceans, sniffing through the vibrations of the earth itself.
And there he found them.
The parasite, MUTO Prime, is crawling deep underground.
And above, Godzilla, scarred but alive, roaring at the empty abyss.
A toothy grin curled across Miraluz's draconic maw.
"Two Alpha-class Titans…" he muttered, thunder rolling with his words.
"Good. At last… I can stretch my wings."
The sky itself seemed to tremble as he launched upward, wings cracking the air like thunderclaps.
The storm was coming.