A month later
While Orach and Kara remained trapped on Skull Island, the world outside spiraled toward catastrophe. Dr. Emma Russell, consumed by grief over her son's death in San Francisco and driven by a twisted vision of salvation, had allied herself with Alan Jonah—a former British Army colonel turned eco-terrorist. Together, they'd become convinced that humanity's only hope for redemption lay in releasing the Titans, restoring the ancient balance that once allowed these creatures and humans to coexist while Earth healed from civilization's wounds.
Emma's obsession had led her to create the Orca—a revolutionary device capable of mimicking Titan bio-acoustics, essentially allowing humans to communicate in their language. She'd proven its effectiveness at Outpost 61, calming Mothra's newly hatched larval form with precisely calibrated frequencies that resonated with the creature's ancient biology.
But Jonah recognized the Orca's true potential, the key to every cage Monarch had built, the means to wake every dormant god and force humanity to face what he believed was a long-overdue reckoning. When his forces raided the Chinese facility and seized Emma, her daughter Madison, and the Orca, they set in motion a chain of events that would reshape the world.
Their first target lay entombed beneath Antarctic ice, Monster Zero—the three-headed dragon that predated human civilization itself, the false king that Godzilla had fought millennia ago to imprison in frozen darkness.
When the Orca's call pierced through layers of ancient ice, it reached into that frozen prison. King Ghidorah stirred. In Antarctica, after a thousand years of separation, the ancient enemies met once more. Their battle shook the region—but it ended with Godzilla's retreat, wounded and driven back into the ocean depths.
Emboldened, Jonah and Emma pressed their campaign. At Outpost 56 in Isla de Mara, Mexico, they broadcast the Orca's signal directly into the volcano that served as both prison and nest for Rodan—the fire demon of Mayan legend.
Monarch scrambled to evacuate as Rodan erupted from the mountain in an explosion of lava and ash. A squadron of F-35s engaged him, attempting to lead the Titan away from populated areas. The aerial battle was brief and brutal—Rodan's superheated wingspan generated shockwaves that tore fighters from the sky, his maneuverability far exceeding anything human pilots could match.
Aboard the USS Argo, Monarch's mobile command vessel, Dr. Serizawa's team detected Monster Zero approaching. In a desperate gambit, they used themselves as bait, luring the fire demon directly toward the three-headed dragon.
The collision was spectacular. Rodan dove straight into the storm clouds surrounding Ghidorah, lightning crackling as the Titans clashed. But the fight proved one-sided—Ghidorah's gravity beams struck with devastating force, sending Rodan plummeting into the ocean.
Ghidorah's three heads turned toward the fleeing Argo, wings spreading as it gave chase. Just as the dragon closed in for the kill, Godzilla erupted from the depths, clamping his jaws around Ghidorah's third head and dragging all three beneath the waves.
Monarch Command Ship - USS Argo
"We're getting out of here," Dr. Rick part of Dr. Serizawa's team announced, tension evident in her voice. "The military's launching the Oxygen Destroyer. It's designed to kill them both."
"Not the worst idea," Mark, Dr. Emma's husband, muttered grimly.
The crew watched in tense silence as the countdown reached zero. The missile struck the water's surface. For one brief moment, the world went white. Then silence—eerie and absolute.
When the pillar of water collapsed, Ghidorah rose from the foam, wings spreading wide as it released a triumphant roar. The Argo's crew watched in horror as the creature ascended, apparently unaffected by a weapon that should have annihilated any living thing.
"Get us to Castle Bravo," Colonel Diane ordered. "Now."
As they retreated, Dr. Rick activated the bioacoustic sensors, searching desperately for any sign of Godzilla. After agonizing moments, he detected a faint heartbeat—growing weaker by the second.
Ghidorah landed atop the Isla de Mara volcano where Rodan had emerged. Once its third head, previously ripped off by Godzilla, had fully regenerated, the three-headed dragon threw back all three heads and released a call that reverberated across the entire planet—a massive bioacoustic pulse layered with bio-electrical signals, designed to affect Titan neurology at its most fundamental level.
It was both summons and declaration, the false king had returned, and all Titans would bow or be destroyed. Simultaneously, Ghidorah began manipulating atmospheric systems worldwide, its wings generating catastrophic storm patterns that spread like a contagion across the globe.
Mothra Cocoon Site - China
The Monarch team stationed at the facility watched in growing horror as their monitors lit up with reports of Titans awakening worldwide, all responding to Ghidorah's call.
Behind them, the massive cocoon housing Mothra's chrysalis began to glow. The structure split open, and the Queen of the Monsters emerged—fully evolved, wings spreading wide as bioluminescent patterns pulsed across her body. She sensed the imbalance Ghidorah had created, felt the wrongness of its existence in this world.
With a cry, Mothra took flight, rising from the waterfall in a cascade of light.
Skull Island - Minutes Before Ghidorah's Call
Thud.
Kong crashed to the canyon floor, chest heaving with exhaustion.
"That's enough!" Kara called out, hovering between the fallen Titan and the Golden Oozaru. "He's done, Orach!"
After a month of training, Kong had challenged Orach again—and shown remarkable improvement. The fight had begun with Kong hurling a boulder the size of a building. Orach caught it one-handed, crushed it to powder, and fixed those crimson eyes on his challenger with something that might have been interest.
This time, Kong fought intelligently. He used terrain strategically, kept to the canyon walls, forced Orach onto unfavorable ground. When the Golden Oozaru's tail whipped out, Kong was ready—he caught it with both hands, planted his feet, and for one glorious moment, actually held his ground.
Orach's eyes narrowed. Then he yanked with casual force, and Kong went flying through the canyon wall.
But Kong got up and charged again. His struggle lasted longer this time—thirty seconds became a minute, then two. He adapted continuously, implementing techniques Kara had drilled into him, feints, redirections, using his opponent's momentum.
The fight ended when Kong attempted an ambitious grappling technique, trying to pin one of Orach's massive arms using a leverage maneuver Kara had demonstrated. The Golden Oozaru simply lifted that arm—with Kong's entire weight clinging to it—and slammed him into the canyon wall with devastating force.
As the Golden Oozaru stepped forward with a low growl, Kara intervened. She'd recovered to eighty seven percent capacity, able to fly again—though not as high or fast as before. During the fight, she'd tried calling out to Orach, hoping to reach whatever remained of his consciousness. Nothing had worked. She'd even attempted attacking his tail when his attention focused on Kong, but couldn't find an opening.
Now, standing between the two giants, Kara hoped Orach's tolerance toward her would be enough to stop further violence. Orach stared at her for a long moment. Then, surprisingly, he snorted and turned away, walking back toward his cave.
Kara exhaled in relief.
"You did well," she told Kong as he groaned and began to stir. "Three minutes this time. Real progress."
Kong groaned louder, clearly unconvinced.
"I'm serious," Kara insisted, helping him sit up. "You're getting stronger, faster, more strategic. You were never going to win, but you're improving every—"
Her words cut off as roars erupted throughout the island—dozens of them, from every direction.
"What?" Kara's head whipped around, her enhanced hearing picking up a strange frequency beneath the cacophony. "What's happening?"
Kong suddenly growled and shook his head violently, as if trying to clear it.
"Kong? What's wrong?" Kara asked urgently.
ROAR!
Kong bellowed to the sky, beating his chest with thunderous impacts. His roar was defiant—the challenge of an alpha who refused to bow.
Ghidorah's call had reached Skull Island. The perpetual storms intensified, rain pouring in torrents as every creature responded to the summons. Kong heard it too, but as a king in his own right, he roared his defiance—refusing to submit to any authority but his own.
"What is happening?" Kara covered her ears, gritting her teeth against the overwhelming sound.
"I'm detecting a complex bioacoustic pulse layered with bio-electrical signals," Mother Empress's voice cut through the chaos. "It's designed to affect Titan neurology at a fundamental level."
"Won't that drive them into a frenzy?" Kara asked her eyes going wide.
"Yes. Identifying the source... accessing Monarch's network..." Mother Empress paused, her tone turning cold. "So it's him."
"Who?"
"Monarch calls it Monster Zero," Mother Empress said, her voice darkening. "I was surprised to find it in their records. Void Realm entities shouldn't be able to cross into other dimensions—they can't survive outside their native realm. Yet somehow, not only does a fragment exist here, but this world's legends even preserve the name, Ghidorah."
"Ghidorah?" Kara's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, though Monarch's understanding barely scratches the surface," Mother Empress continued. "When we first analyzed this world, I found records showing it had been sealed beneath Antarctic ice. Since it was imprisoned and our priority was helping young master recover, I classified it as a low-level threat and focused on more immediate concerns."
She paused, her voice growing heavier. "That creature is a fragment—by itself, it poses no direct threat to young master. But it's still a piece of something far more dangerous than they or even you could comprehend. Now that it's been freed, it's attempting to reshape this world to suit its nature. The call you and the other Titans are hearing is likely a summons. Ghidorah is demanding every Titan on this planet submit to its authority, claiming dominion as their king."
In the distance, Kara heard Skullcrawlers responding in mass—thousands of them, their howls echoing from underground tunnels as they emerged in unprecedented numbers.
But they weren't alone. Death Jackals, Psychovultures, Sirenjaws—all the predators that had learned to fear Orach over the past months suddenly forgot that fear. The call overrode their survival instincts, drawing them from their territories in droves, working them into a frenzy.
"This is bad," Kara muttered, her suit glowing faint blue as it protected her from the downpour.
"Yes. But I'm more concerned about young master," Mother Empress replied, concern evident in her tone.
As if on cue, a massive roar reverberated across the entire island.
ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!
"Oh no," Kara whispered, paling as she recognized that voice. Then her eyes spotted it—a pillar of golden light erupting skyward, tearing through the storm clouds.
On his way back to his cave, Orach heard the call. At first, it had no effect—he even snorted dismissively. But then something about its resonance triggered a memory buried deep within his fogged mind.
Flashbacks tore through his mind—fragmented memories of his time in the Void Realm. He saw himself desperately struggling to survive, fleeing from an enormous three-headed creature. He felt the phantom sensation of losing his leg all over again. And with it came the rage—rage born from the helpless realization that he might never see his loved ones again, never atone for the lives he'd taken or failed to save. Most of all, that burning, all-consuming desire for vengeance against the monster that had crippled him came rushing back in a single, devastating wave.
Orach clutched his head, stumbling and crashing through a tree. The memories came faster—another fight, a white tree, rising from his injuries to beat the three-headed creature, only to have the battle interrupted—then the fragments vanished again.
"Mark my words... overgrown lizard... I will return to finish what we started..."
The fragmented words echoed through his consciousness—a solemn promise from his true self. Though he couldn't fully comprehend their meaning in his current state, the intent overwhelmed his entire being. The call he'd just heard carried a faint resemblance to that three-headed monster from his memories.
Raindrops began vaporizing before they could touch him.
Lub dub.
Lub dub... lub dub...
His heart pounded faster. His blood boiled. Golden Ki erupted around him in violent, pulsating waves, his fur moved and undulated as the energy storm intensified.
A low, guttural growl escaped his throat as his aura exploded outward in an expanding sphere of pure destruction, incinerating everything within an eight-kilometer radius. The ground buckled and fractured beneath him, collapsing into a massive crater that widened with each pulse of his intensifying power. He threw his head back and unleashed a deafening roar at the storm-choked sky. Destructive golden energy gathered in his maw, condensing into a blinding point before he released it—a devastating beam that punched straight through the cloud cover above.
As the beam dissipated, Orach's muscles coiled tight. He bent low, then launched himself skyward in an explosive leap. He crashed down kilometers away with ground-splitting impact, then immediately bounded forward again, tearing a path of destruction through the jungle.
Any creature foolish enough to cross his path was obliterated instantly—reduced to ash and blood mist. Swarms of frenzied beasts charged from every direction, driven mad by Ghidorah's call, but they were cut down just as quickly, their bodies torn apart as he barreled through them with unstoppable momentum.
Nothing could slow him. Nothing would stop him. He had one singular purpose, reach the source of that hated resonance.
Kara watched the golden figure leap through the sky, his aura blazing like a second sun, and her expression turned grim. Despite every instinct screaming at her to stay away, she shot forward, determined to follow.
"Mother Empress, could Orach have been affected by the call?" Kara asked urgently, worry clear in her voice.
"Impossible," Mother Empress replied emphatically, her tone cold. "Even the source of this fragment couldn't make young master bow. There's no possibility he was influenced by this call."
"Then explain what the hell is wrong with him!"
"I can only think of one explanation," Mother Empress said gravely. "Somehow, at an instinctual level, young master recognized that Ghidorah is a fragment of his enemy. This triggered his rage. I'm monitoring his vitals—his heart rate is spiking, and his ki output is climbing exponentially. The call can't affect him neurologically the way it does the Titans, but it triggered something deeper. Subconscious memories of fighting Ghidorah's source in the Void Realm—the Void King."
She paused, her tone growing colder. "Young master and I have unfinished business with that creature. Right now, in his confused state, he's unconsciously linked this call to the Void King. His Ki has become extremely destructive—it's reflecting the hatred he carries for the source of this fragment."
"What?" Kara's eyes widened. "What did it do to him to make him react like this?"
Mother Empress went quiet before answering. "I'm not at liberty to tell you the details, but I'll say this much, what young master experienced in the Void Realm is beyond your imagination. And the majority of his suffering was caused by the being from which this Ghidorah originates."
Kara's expression shifted. "It was that bad?"
"Yes."
Kara's eyes turned cold. Without another word, she accelerated, shooting off to catch up to Orach.
The Golden Oozaru continued his rampage, blood mixing with torrential rain until the earth ran crimson. He was moments from reaching the island's edge.
"The storm system is intensifying," Mother Empress warned. "Ghidorah is manipulating global weather patterns, creating catastrophic atmospheric disturbances worldwide. It's deliberately engineering a planetary super-storm."
"And Orach is going to fly straight into it," Kara finished grimly.
"Kara, you can't let him go alone!" Mother Empress said urgently.
"Like hell I'm losing him!" Kara channeled her ki, her eyes flashing golden.
She didn't hesitate. Whatever was happening, wherever Orach was being drawn, she couldn't let him face it alone. Not after months of protecting him, staying by his side through everything.
Kara launched into the turbulent air, racing after the Golden Oozaru. She pushed her flight speed to its limit, watching the destruction he carved through the landscape.
The Golden Oozaru didn't slow as he approached the storm barrier surrounding the island.
"Orach, wait!" she shouted over the howling wind. "You can't just—"
He didn't stop. Without breaking stride, he launched himself skyward with a ground-shattering leap, his golden aura blazing like a second sun against the storm-darkened sky.
"Dammit!" Kara accelerated, plunging after him into the perpetual storm. It had worsened dramatically—Ghidorah's global super-storm had merged with Skull Island's natural barrier, creating a maelstrom of unprecedented violence.
Lightning exploded in chaotic patterns in the sky, each bolt crackling with unnatural energy. The winds screamed as the planetary atmosphere tore itself apart.
"Kara, his trajectory is unstable!" Mother Empress warned. "He's charging through on pure rage and instinct! I've tried reaching him, but he's not responding in his current state."
Kara pushed harder, her own aura flaring faint gold as she fought the violent winds. Ahead, she watched Orach tear through the storm wall with raw power alone.
"No, Orach!"
The Golden Oozaru's momentum suddenly faltered. Without conscious control to maintain flight, gravity reasserted itself. He plummeted toward the violent ocean below.
"ORACH!" Kara dove after him, her suit glowing bright blue as it generated a protective energy layer. His impact sent a massive wave—sixty meters high—spreading in all directions.
She hit the water seconds later, diving deep. Her eyes adjusted to the murky darkness as she searched frantically.
There—a golden glow in the depths below, sinking deeper.
Kara swam with everything she had, fighting the turbulent currents. She reached his massive form and grabbed onto his golden fur with both hands.
"Come on," she grunted, pulling with all her strength. "You're not… drowning… after everything we've been through!"
For a moment, they rose toward the surface. Then the sheer weight became too much, the currents too strong. They began sinking again.
Kara gritted her teeth, refusing to let go. Her lungs burned, her vision blurring at the edges.
Suddenly, golden energy erupted around them.
Orach's Oozaru physiology could hold breath for extended periods, but even that had limits in his current fogged state. Still enraged, some deep survival instinct recognized the danger. His Ki flared with raw, primal will to survive, enveloping both his body and Kara, who clung tight to him. The surrounding water began to boil as his aura intensified.
Then he moved.
They rocketed upward through the water, the ocean itself parting before the sheer force of his power. Kara barely had time to strengthen her grip before they breached the surface in an explosion of steam and spray.
Airborne again. Orach powered forward through the storm, his Ki maintaining flight on instinct alone. Kara pulled herself onto his back, fingers digging into his fur as the wind tried to tear her away.
"We're flying," she gasped between coughs, pressing herself flat against his back. "That's... good." She steadied her breathing before calling out, "Mother Empress—if he goes on like this, is there any chance he loses control completely? Could he enter that berserk state again?"
"Ironically, what happened to us helped stabilize young master's bloodline to a degree," Mother Empress replied, her tone solemn. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have developed the restraint and tolerance he showed during his recovery. I don't believe he'll enter that state again."
She paused. "However, make no mistake—the Golden Oozaru form alone possesses more than enough power to tear this planet apart."
Kara opened her mouth to respond, then closed it. She understood the truth: they couldn't stop what was about to happen. They could only hope to prevent Orach from destroying this world while he fought the beast that had triggered his fury.
Orach was heading toward Ghidorah—toward the source of the call that had awakened something primal within him. Nothing would stop him. Not the storm, not the ocean, not even Kara herself.
She could only hold on and be ready to help him when the battle began.
Back on Skull Island, Kong engaged the rampaging creatures with determination, defending his territory against those who had answered Ghidorah's call. But unbeknownst to him, deep within the Hollow Earth, another ancient creature had heard the summons—Camazotz, the Bat God. And it was ascending toward the surface, drawn inexorably toward Skull Island by the false king's command.
Meanwhile, in the outside world
While Orach and Kara raced toward the source of the call, Ghidorah had already descended upon Washington, DC. With Godzilla dead, humanity stood as the only remaining threat.
The moment Ghidorah arrived over the capital, a massive Category 6 super tornado spiraled into existence around its form. Gold-tinted lightning crackled through sickly yellow-bronze clouds that spread like a contamination across the sky. The air itself became toxic. Floodwaters surged through the streets as the storm consumed everything in its path, blotting out the sun and plunging the city into premature darkness.
Below, military forces and Monarch's aerial units fought with desperate intensity while Rodan circled overhead like a sentinel, but conventional weapons proved useless against the extraterrestrial Titan. Ghidorah roosted atop the devastation it had wrought, three heads surveying the transformation of the landscape with alien satisfaction.
In Alan Jonah's makeshift base, Madison Russell watched the horror unfold. She'd overheard her mother Emma and Jonah discussing using Fenway Park's speakers to broadcast the Orca signal. Madison understood the truth now: Ghidorah wasn't restoring balance—it was an invasive species triggering extinction.
She waited for her moment. While Jonah's men scrambled and her mother argued strategy, Madison grabbed the Orca, stuffed supplies into a backpack, and slipped away.
The journey to Boston took hours through abandoned streets and tunnels. At Fenway Park, she connected the Orca to the speaker system, calibrating for maximum range and the alpha frequency for peaceful communication. Then she activated it.
The sound rippled outward through the electromagnetic spectrum—a positive alpha frequency calling for calm, order, peace.
Across the globe, Titans stopped mid-rampage. Their aggression ceased. Ghidorah's destructive call was muted.
In Washington, DC, all three of Ghidorah's heads snapped toward Boston. The dragon processed the signal as a direct challenge to its claim as king.
With a shriek, Ghidorah's wings unfurled, and it launched skyward, abandoning DC. Below, Rodan screeched in confusion, but Ghidorah had no interest in subordinates now.
An hour later, Madison felt the air pressure drop, then build. Through the control booth window, she watched the sky tear apart.
Ghidorah descended into Fenway Park. Lightning scorched the field black. Each head hunted independently for the source.
Madison grabbed the Orca and ran, knowing it was futile. One devastating blast, and the stadium erupted in flames.
Madison stumbled out, coughing from smoke. Ghidorah's heads found her again. The dragon's eyes locked onto her. Its left head reared back, gravity beams charging with golden light.
Suddenly, a pillar of blue energy slammed into Ghidorah. The dragon stumbled, roaring in fury. Madison froze, then felt it—the ground trembling. A deep, primal roar split the air.
She turned, and witnessing the sight, she smiled.
ROOOOOAAAAARRRR
Accompanied by a squadron of Monarch forces' fighters, the true king, Godzilla had returned.
As Ghidorah rose, Monarch fighters swarmed in formation with the Argo, weapons blazing. The dragon raised its massive wings, defending against the barrage as aircraft streaked past.
Watching Godzilla step closer, feeling the energy radiating from him, Ghidorah straightened. Its menacing eyes locked onto the alpha it thought it had killed. The alpha's return sent a shock through the dragon—but in the next moment, that shock twisted into rage. The false king charged. Godzilla, seeing this, charged as well.
Their collision sent shockwaves rippling outward, shattering windows for blocks. The nearest building buckled and collapsed in a cascade of dust and debris.
They grappled, claws raking across their scales, jaws snapping at exposed necks.
As they fought, Monarch forces pressed their attack from above, fighting alongside Earth's king. Godzilla found an opening—gripping Ghidorah's long necks and hurling the dragon through a row of buildings. The structures crumbled on impact.
Thanks to Dr. Serizawa's ultimate sacrifice—detonating a nuclear warhead at point-blank range—Godzilla had absorbed more than enough energy to fully recover. He now fought at peak strength, more powerful than he'd been in millennia.
Ghidorah pulled itself from the rubble and charged again. When they clashed, the dragon's right head lunged. Godzilla's clawed hand swept up, backhanding it aside with devastating force. The left head struck immediately after, but Godzilla pivoted, his massive tail whipping around to slam both heads away.
Ghidorah recovered quickly. All three heads attacked as one. Godzilla deflected the first, then the second, but the third found its mark—fangs sinking deep into his neck. Godzilla roared, fighting back.
The other heads joined the assault. All three clamped down, lifting Godzilla's entire body before slamming him into the street with a thunderous impact that cratered the pavement.
Godzilla's dorsal plates ignited with blue light, pulsing from tail to spine. The moment the jaws loosened, he unleashed his atomic breath point-blank into Ghidorah's chest. The beam drove the dragon backward, step by struggling step.
Before Ghidorah could brace itself, a light pierced the darkened, storm-filled sky.
Mothra descended through the storm, her bioluminescent wings casting holy radiance over the battlefield. Her cry echoed as she joined her king.
Ghidorah's heads snapped skyward at the cry, even as the atomic breath continued driving it backward. Before it could react, Mothra released a burst of silk webbing that caught all three heads mid-turn, pinning them against the building's facade.
The dragon thrashed violently to break free. After a moment, one head tore loose and searched the sky for Mothra, who was circling for another pass. Seeing this, it worked to free the others—but then froze upon catching a sight in the building's reflective glass: Godzilla's blazing eyes, locked directly on it from behind.
The freed head whipped around and roared defiance.
But Godzilla immediately charged low, scooping Ghidorah's body with his shoulder and crashing straight through the building. The structure exploded as both titans smashed through and out the other side.
Ghidorah slammed into the ground, dazed. Godzilla loomed over the fallen dragon.
Above, Mothra dove with her stinger poised for the killing blow—but suddenly Rodan shrieked from the clouds and slammed into her, talons raking across her wings. The two aerial titans spiraled through the sky, trading vicious strikes.
The interruption gave Ghidorah precious seconds. As Godzilla advanced, the dragon rose to its feet. They clashed again, tearing through city blocks, toppling structures with every impact. But even with renewed fury, Ghidorah couldn't overcome Godzilla's enhanced power. Once more, Godzilla slammed Ghidorah into the rubble.
Desperate, one of Ghidorah's heads noticed a power substation nearby—transformers crackling with electricity. While the other two heads kept Godzilla's attention, that head immediately darted sideways and clamped its jaws around the main tower.
Godzilla hesitated, confused by its actions.
Then, in the next moment, every light in Boston went dark.
Ghidorah drained the entire electrical grid in seconds, its body crackling with stolen power. Energy coursed through its scales, overcharging every cell. Before anyone could react, all three heads reared back, wings spreading wide as electricity arced between them. Then Ghidorah released everything at once.
Lightning exploded outward. Massive bolts carved through air and ground. Buildings crumbled. Ground melted. Above, Monarch's fighters were struck one by one—pilots had no time to eject before their jets exploded midair, raining burning wreckage onto the streets below. Even the Argo barely escaped, banking hard as the energy storm tore through their formation.
Godzilla took the full brunt of the attack. Bolt after bolt hammered him, each impact driving him backward. He gripped the surrounding structures and roared in defiance, but the barrage was overwhelming. One final concentrated strike hit him square in the chest, blasting him through a high-rise. The building's frame collapsed inward around him.
Godzilla lay in the wreckage, breathing hard for a moment. But then, using twisted steel beams for support, he pushed himself upright.
Ghidorah stood triumphant, wings spread wide, all three heads raised high. Their blazing eyes fixed on their fallen enemy.
Nearby, Mothra and Rodan's battle raged on. Though weakened and wounded, Mothra drove her stinger deep into Rodan's shoulder. The volcanic titan shrieked and plummeted, crashing into the streets below.
Exhausted, Mothra turned to see Ghidorah closing in on Godzilla. She saw her king struggling to rise.
Despite her condition, she didn't hesitate.
But before she could move, Ghidorah lunged with terrifying speed. Its body coiled around Godzilla, tail constricting tight. With a shriek, the dragon beat its massive wings and took flight, climbing higher until both titans vanished into the storm clouds.
Then Ghidorah released him.
Godzilla plummeted through the air and crashed into the heart of Boston. The impact leveled everything within a two-block radius. He lay motionless in the crater, struggling to breathe.
Ghidorah descended slowly, savoring its victory. All three heads swayed, malice blazing in their eyes as they prepared to finish their enemy.
Then Mothra flew between them, wings flaring with the last of her strength. She would not let her king die.
Ghidorah's heads cocked in unison, almost curious. Then all three mouths opened, golden light building in their throats. In the next instant, the gravity beams struck Mothra directly. Her body disintegrated—beautiful wings burning away. But in her final moment, her essence—a glowing wisp of life energy—drifted down toward Godzilla.
Witnessing this, Godzilla raised his head and released a mournful cry that echoed through the ruins. The wisp settled onto his scales and began to merge, Mothra's life force flowing into him—a final gift from the queen.
Ghidorah watched with cold eyes and sneered. Then it began its approach. All three heads lowered, eyes fixed hungrily on the wounded king.
ROOOOOAAAAARRRRRR!
Suddenly, a roar unlike any other split the sky.
Ghidorah froze. All three heads snapped upward, eyes narrowing as they searched the storm for the source.
Then—without warning—a pillar of golden light pierced the clouds and struck Ghidorah's middle head. The central head—the brain coordinating the other two—was obliterated instantly, consumed by the golden energy. Ghidorah's massive frame stumbled and crashed sideways into a collapsed building.
The two remaining heads shrieked in confusion and pain, thrashing wildly. Without their coordinator, their movements became erratic and uncontrolled.
Everyone—from the global response forces to Monarch personnel aboard the Argo, fleeing civilians, even Godzilla himself—froze. All eyes turned skyward, following the beam's trajectory, struggling to process what had just happened.
Through the storm, a blazing silhouette descended like a meteor. It struck the street with devastating force, the impact cratering the ground and sending a shockwave rippling outward that flattened everything nearby. Dust and rubble erupted into the air.
Through the dust clouds and debris, blazing red eyes pierced the darkness. The ground trembled as the figure within, moved.
As the dust cleared, the figure rose to its full height. Golden fur rippled across its exposed limbs, chest covered by strange armor, feet shod in boots, and a cape draped around its shoulders. Golden energy flared around its massive form. Its crimson gaze—full of killing intent—locked onto Ghidorah. A low growl rumbled from its throat as the aura intensified, dispersing the remaining dust.
Ghidorah's middle head was already regenerating—flesh knitting together, bones crackling back into place.
Soon, the dragon stood, all three heads raised high. Though it towered over the newcomer, when their eyes met, something shifted. For the first time since arriving on Earth, Ghidorah felt fear.
The Golden Oozaru had arrived.
Monarch—USS Argo
"What the hell is that?" Dr. Rick shot up from his seat, voice tight with shock.
"More importantly—is it wearing clothes?" Colonel Dianne's expression was strange. "Is that really some sort of armor, shoes, and a cape?"
"A golden ape?" Sam's voice cracked. "That can't be Kong. Can it?"
"Impossible." Dr. Chen's eyes never left the viewport. "Kong is on Skull Island—I received confirmation from our outpost there just yesterday. But..." She leaned forward, studying the newcomer. "I think I know what it is. Though it doesn't make sense why it's here."
"Chen, what is it?" Dr. Rick demanded.
"Is it hostile?" Colonel Dianne added, her gaze fixed on Dr. Chen.
Dr. Chen took a breath. "About a month ago, one of the observers from Outpost 33 came to me with a report. He claimed there was another apex predator on Skull Island—something besides Kong. According to him, it was a 60-meter-tall golden ape-like creature wearing armor, with enough power to defeat Kong effortlessly."
"What?" Dr. Rick's face reddened. "Why am I only hearing about this now?"
"Because there's no proof," Dr. Chen said quietly. "Every piece of evidence vanished—video footage, electronic communications, sensor data. Anything that captured this creature got corrupted or disappeared entirely."
She paused, choosing her words carefully. "The only reason I know about it at all is because the observer told me directly when he rotated off the island. He said he saw it clearly for just a moment during a live feed before the signal cut out. When the feed came back online, the figure was gone—just footage of Kong's injured form remained. Later, when he checked the backups, those moments were corrupted too. As if something was actively erasing any trace of itself."
"After that, he tried sending drones to investigate the location. Every single one that got close went dark. When they returned to the outpost, their footage showed nothing—no corruption, no tampering, just... empty air. Like he was chasing a ghost." She shook her head. "He left the island pretty rattled. I was planning to investigate personally and file an official report, but then..." She gestured toward the viewport. "This happened."
Silence fell across the command deck. Personnel exchanged shocked glances.
"Well," Dr. Rick finally muttered, "whatever it is and however it got here, judging by how it's bearing its fangs at Ghidorah, let's hope it's on our side."
Everyone nodded, hoping for the best.
Not far from Orach
A figure tumbled from Orach's back as he crashed into the scene, smashing through the side of a partially collapsed office building before disappearing into the rubble.
Now, as Orach and Ghidorah faced each other, the figure stirred.
"Ow! Damn it, Orach!" Kara's voice rang out from within the debris, muffled but furious. She pushed herself up as the faint blue shimmer of her battle suit flickered and vanished. "See if I don't make you pay for this! You're upgrading my suit—no, you're building me a whole new one!"
She and Orach had first landed at what used to be Isla de Mara in Mexico, following Ghidorah's call. When they found nothing there, Orach's rage had intensified—his aura flaring so violently that space itself began to warp. Only after Mother Empress's shouts and holographic projections pointed the way, combined with another distant roar from Ghidorah, had they finally tracked the creature here.
A roar cut through the air.
Kara's attention snapped upward as Orach released a thunderous roar at the recovered Ghidorah.
"That's a dragon, alright." She pushed herself to her feet, her expression hardening. "So that's Ghidorah."
Ghidorah shook off the strange sense of fear creeping through its consciousness. All three heads reared back, gravity beams charging in their throats, fully intent on destroying this newcomer who radiated danger unlike anything it had faced before.
Orach didn't wait. He lunged forward with terrifying speed, closing the distance in a single bound. His fist drove into Ghidorah's chest with devastating force, sending the dragon hurtling backward through three buildings in succession.
But he didn't stop there. As Ghidorah's body flew backward, Orach caught its twin tails mid-flight and swung the massive creature in a brutal arc. Each of Ghidorah's three heads crashed repeatedly through surrounding structures before Orach slammed the dragon hard into the ground. Ghidorah's roars of agony echoed across the ruined city.
Orach leaped high and came down with crushing force, his foot slamming into Ghidorah's chest. The monster screamed. Orach growled and bent down as the heads began to lift, meeting their gaze. Golden ki coalesced in his mouth, ready to finish his enemy.
But before he could unleash the attack, his instincts flared. He reacted instantly, stepping back just as a blast of atomic energy tore through where he'd been standing. He landed a few steps away and turned toward the source, eyes narrowing.
The ground trembled. Godzilla, the King of the Monsters, stood in the crater where he'd fallen. His dorsal fins and skin glowed burning orange like magma.
Godzilla roared at both Orach and Ghidorah. To him, there was no distinction between the two. He could sense the wrongness radiating from both—instinctively understanding they were alien invaders. Both threatened his world.
Orach turned slowly, his crimson gaze fixing on Godzilla. A low growl rumbled from his throat.
Then Ghidorah struck from behind, all three heads lunging for Orach's neck.
Orach spun. His hands shot out, catching two heads by their throats mid-strike. The third clamped down on his shoulder—but its fangs shattered against his armor. Golden ki flared violently outward, sending that head reeling backward with a scream of pain. Orach roared in rage, his aura blazing brighter. He tightened his grip on the other two heads and hurled Ghidorah with tremendous force, slamming the dragon straight into Godzilla.
Both titans crashed through what remained of the city.
The city had become ground zero for three apex predators.
Watching from above, Kara's expression turned complicated.
"This is bad. This is really, really bad. That dumb lizard just had to attack Orach." She watched another building collapse under the weight of their battle. "I can't stop him like this—not right now." Her hearing suddenly picked up nearby sounds—survivors. Her eyes narrowed in that direction. "But I can do something."
She shot toward the sounds, determined to save whoever was trapped as the battle raged on.
Ghidorah recovered first. Seeing Godzilla beneath it and sensing the vast energy radiating from the titan, it struck. Wrapping its tail and body around Godzilla, Ghidorah began siphoning that excess energy. Godzilla roared in desperation, trying to retain enough power to deal with the strange and overwhelmingly powerful newcomer, Orach.
Orach watched, eyes narrowing as he sneered. He stepped forward, each footfall making the ground tremble as his aura intensified. Though the creature before him didn't match the one from his fragmented memories, his instincts—every fiber of his being—had demanded its destruction from the moment he'd arrived. Something unconscious stirred within him, urging him to show this creature the face of true despair before annihilating it. He allowed Ghidorah to continue draining the inconsequential creature and simply walked toward his prey.
Ghidorah, not yet finished but noticing Orach entering range, stopped its feeding. It flapped its wings and took flight, charging up for a powerful attack. Then, with a roar, it unleashed its gravity beams—massive streams of destructive golden lightning heading straight for Orach.
Orach merely raised his head before the golden lightning swallowed him whole. Everything the attack touched was obliterated.
For a long moment, everyone watching held their breath.
But as the attack ceased and the dust began to clear, a figure shot out—completely unscathed, his body wrapped in golden ki. The sight shocked everyone, especially Ghidorah. Before the dragon could react, Orach's hand clamped around its middle head. With one powerful motion, he swung Ghidorah's entire body and slammed it back into the ground. The earth trembled and cratered as the massive dragon crashed down. Orach descended calmly to the crater's edge.
Ghidorah struggled to its feet, preparing for another strike. But this time, Orach caught both the left and right heads mid-lunge, his massive hands closing around their throats. The middle head lunged for his face. Orach lifted one leg and stomped down hard, pinning it to the ground.
Ghidorah thrashed violently, wings beating frantically.
Then Orach pulled.
The sickening sound of tearing flesh echoed across the battlefield. The left and right heads ripped free from Ghidorah's body in a spray of gore.
RRRRROOOOOOAAAAAARRRR!
Ghidorah's agonized roar shook the ruins.
Monarch-USS Argo
"Jesus Christ..." Dr. Rick's voice trailed off as they witnessed the scene. "That's brutal."
Sam took an involuntary step back from the monitor. "I'm glad he's on our side," he muttered.
Colonel Dianne's expression remained grim, her tone measured. "You're assuming it has a side."
Back on the battlefield
Orach tossed the two severed heads aside and reached for another limb. But a roar stopped him mid-motion. He turned sharply toward the disturbance.
Godzilla had risen. His energy remained critical—cracks spreading across his skin, radiating heat like molten magma. As he advanced toward Orach and Ghidorah, everything in his path melted. His dorsal fins blazed, and with a thunderous roar, he unleashed massive thermonuclear pulses directly at them both.
Orach's crimson eyes narrowed. Rage flared at being interrupted again. His gaze blazed as golden ki erupted outward to meet the atomic blast head-on. The two energies collided with devastating force, tearing the city apart and sending shockwaves rippling from the impact point.
For a moment, Orach's energy began pushing Godzilla's back, forcing the titan to retreat several steps. But Godzilla refused to yield. Channeling even more power, he released another devastating pulse that reinforced the first, driving back against Orach's golden ki.
Orach's eyes blazed fiercer. Seeing his ki pushed back ignited his fury. He released a roar that shook earth and sky alike. His golden ki exploded outward with overwhelming force, caring for nothing but crushing the creature before him.
In the next instant, Orach's energy completely overpowered Godzilla's blast. The pressure descended on the titan with crushing weight, forcing him backward step by step until his knees buckled. Godzilla groaned as he was driven down to kneel, his own rage climbing even as he fought. He abandoned all restraint, pouring every ounce of energy into resistance—but against Orach's overwhelming golden ki, his atomic energy was crushed and absorbed, transforming into more golden light.
The world went quiet as the energies settled.
Then the scene revealed itself, Orach stood alone, triumphant. Both kings lay defeated—Godzilla sprawled across the ground, Ghidorah pinned beneath Orach's feet.
Those watching from afar trembled. Some stumbled backward. A few covered their mouths. Others couldn't bear to look.
Orach reached down and seized Ghidorah's barely-regenerated heads—the middle one and the one that had begun to regrow. He lifted them to eye level.
Then he roared—directly into the dragon's faces.
The sound was deafening, primal. His eyes blazed as he stared at the writhing creature.
With both hands, Orach hurled Ghidorah skyward. The dragon's body tumbled end-over-end, climbing higher and higher until it became barely visible against the storm clouds.
Orach's chest expanded. Golden ki gathered and intensified within his throat.
He threw his head back and roared.
A massive, all-consuming pillar of golden ki erupted from his mouth, shooting straight into the heavens.
The beam struck Ghidorah, swallowing it whole.
For one brief moment, the dragon's silhouette was visible within the light—thrashing, burning, disintegrating.
Then, as the beam tore through the clouds into space, there was nothing. When Orach finally ceased his attack and the light dissipated, it left behind a perfect circular void in the sky—the black emptiness of space visible through the gap in the storm.
The atmosphere screamed inward moments later—a deafening thunderclap as violent winds converged from all directions, rushing to fill the void.
Then silence fell over Boston.
Everyone watching—Monarch personnel, the survivors Kara had joined forces with Monarch's ground teams to save and evacuate—stared in absolute terror. Even the weakened Godzilla managed to look up at the alien golden warrior standing before him, confusion and exhaustion mixing with defeat and anger in his gaze.
But Orach's aura calmed after eliminating the dragon that had provoked his wrath. He turned toward Godzilla with low, threatening growls. He hadn't forgotten how this creature had interfered with his hunt.
"ORACH, STOP!"
Just as Orach stepped forward, a shout reverberated across the sky, halting him.
Before the shocked eyes of everyone present, a woman in blue and red—cape billowing behind her—descended gracefully between Orach and Godzilla, spreading her arms wide in defense of Godzilla.
On Monarch's Side
"Who the hell is that? A woman?" Dr. Rick squinted at the display.
"That's your question?" Sam shot back. "I'd rather know how she's flying. And what's that behind her—a hologram? What is all this?"
Dr. Chen stepped forward, her voice cutting through the confusion. "Did you hear what she said? That creature has a name."
Colonel Dianne's expression hardened. "Orach... What kind of name is that?" She keyed her comms. "Does anyone have eyes on these two? I need intel on what we're dealing with here."
Static crackled before the ground team responded. "Colonel, she helped us evacuate civilians. Says she's not from our world—neither is the golden ape. Didn't say much more, but she claims they arrived here by accident. The big guy apparently has history with Ghidorah. She said as long as we don't engage, he won't come after us."
Another voice chimed in. "Confirmed, Colonel. She assisted our group too. I wouldn't have believed her if I hadn't seen her fly and toss building debris like it was nothing."
Mark's voice broke through. "Colonel, we just told her Godzilla's a friend when we saw that golden ape—"
"It's Orach, Dad," Madison interjected.
"Right. Orach turned toward Godzilla, so she flew off to stop him."
Dr. Rick's voice rose in disbelief. "They're aliens!"
Before anyone could respond, the woman's voice echoed across the battlefield again.
Back on the Battlefield
"Orach, look at me!" Kara's voice cut through the tension. "This isn't who you are. You're not a mindless destroyer."
A low, rumbling growl emanated from Orach's throat. His eyes locked onto them, yet he remained still.
"That titan behind me?" Kara gestured toward Godzilla without breaking eye contact. "He's this world's protector. For millennia, he's fought to preserve the balance of life here. Does that sound familiar to you?"
Orach's eyes narrowed, his massive frame tensing as if processing her words.
"Saiyans protect life," Kara continued, her voice softening. "They fight for those who can't defend themselves. They preserve possibilities—futures that would otherwise be lost. That's what you taught me. That's what you taught Rachel." Her voice cracked slightly. "Please... remember."
Something flickered across Orach's bestial features. He'd heard these words before from her, but they'd meant nothing then. Now, after everything that had happened today, they finally resonated—faint echoes breaking through the oppressive fog that had clouded his mind.
Mother Empress stepped forward, her voice gentle. "Young Master, please look. Try to remember who you truly are."
Projections began to materialize one by one. First came his father's figure, standing tall and proud beside Mother Empress—herself modeled after his mother. Together, they represented the family he'd lost. Then came his comrades from battles long past, each taking their place in formation. Rachel's figure emerged next, her face lit with that bright, familiar smile. Finally, Diana appeared, her compassionate gaze radiating warmth and understanding. Each figure materialized in perfect detail before him.
Orach's expression began to shift. The aggressive tension in his posture gradually eased. Though he couldn't understand why, these images felt achingly familiar—resonating with something buried deep within him.
Kara and Mother Empress exchanged a quick glance, noting the subtle change. The ki fluctuations around Orach were calming, his violent energy beginning to stabilize. Encouraged, Mother Empress played her final card.
The projection of young Rachel stepped forward—not the confident warrior she'd become, but the scared, desperate child Orach had first found in Azarath. Tears streamed down her face as she reached out with trembling hands, as if trying to bridge the impossible distance between them.
The moment he saw her, something struck deep in Orach's chest. His heart pounded violently, shaking his entire frame as a powerful memory cut through the fog.
Trigon's monstrous presence invading Azarath, sensing the strange power near his daughter. His true self stepping forward, challenging the demon lord. The battle that followed. Trigon fleeing, wounded and humiliated. Then the small girl running into his arms, her face wet with tears of relief.
Sniff... sniff...
"Orach... thank you! hic You didn't lie. hic You really are stronger than him. hic Thank you for keeping your promise! I... I promise to train hard! hic"
Without realizing it, Orach's massive hand rose toward the projection, reliving that treasured moment. As his fingers touched the holographic image, it transformed. Young Rachel's tear-stained face shifted into a brilliant smile as she hugged his finger. Then, before his eyes, the projection aged—growing into the strong young woman Rachel had become. His daughter. His heart.
Diana's projection materialized beside Rachel, her arms wrapping around both Rachel and Orach's finger in an embrace that transcended the barrier between reality and memory.
Another thump—harder this time, shaking him to his core.
More memories broke through the fog like a dam bursting.
Crashing on Earth in the middle of a raging battlefield. Diana raising her sword, eyes filled with both suspicion and courage. The fated handshake that intertwined their destinies. Their first date—awkward but genuine. Their first intimate moment, when two souls became one. Her welcoming him with open arms, her voice trembling with emotion and desire.
"Make me yours..."
Orach's expression twisted in anguish. He pulled back abruptly, taking several stumbling steps away from the projections.
Then he clutched his head with both hands and roared—not in rage, but in agony—as more memories exploded through his consciousness like a cascade.
Learning to dance with Rachel, her mischievous grin as she corrected his footwork. Finding himself lost in the Void Realm. The arduous journey to the white tree. Meeting his crew in his inner realm. The trials that tested his very soul. The desperate battle against Void King Ghidorah. His journey back to Diana across impossible distances. Meeting an alternate version of her. The delicate work of restoring the fractured timeline. Finally holding both Rachel and Diana in his arms, whole and safe. The moment he proposed, with their daughter watching.
"Diana of Earth, you continue to amaze me with your strength, wisdom, and boundless capacity for love. You are my heart, my home, the mother of our child, my empress, my soulmate. Will you marry me?"
Diana leaned in, her arms wrapping around his neck as she drew him into a tender kiss. When they parted, her voice was soft but radiant with joy. "Yes."
A soft click caught their attention. Rachel stood there with her terminal, capturing the moment. A warm, knowing smile graced her face as she offered an unapologetic "Sorry."
Diana's gentle laughter filled the air as she remained nestled in his embrace. She extended a hand toward Rachel. "Come here, sweetheart. This moment belongs to all three of us."
Those tender moments struck hardest of all, making his entire body tremble.
"That's it, Orach!" Kara shouted, trembling with excitement as she watched her words finally breaking through. "Remember who you are!"
Mother Empress's voice rang out with equal fervor. "Young Master, please! Remember yourself! We need you—for the glory of the Saiyan Empire, for your parents' legacy, for me... please remember!"
ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!
Orach couldn't bear it anymore. He threw his head back and roared to the heavens as every memory came flooding back in an overwhelming torrent. The fog dissipated completely.
His entire life flashed before his eyes in rapid succession. His youth on Sadala. Meeting the six who would become his sworn brothers and sisters. The tribulation that forged the Seven into Legends, renowned across multiple realms. Their adventures and mischief. Assembling his crew. Visiting countless lower realms and worlds, helping those in need, bringing smiles where there had been only despair. Meeting Shin and his family—the joy that followed.
Then came the darker memories. The horror of the Great Android War. Losing Shin and the countless brave souls who had believed in him and followed his crew. The anger and pain that changed him forever. The endless deaths—allies and enemies alike. The lives he took. The lives he failed to save. Arguments within his crew during their darkest hours. The final day of the war—feeling his crew's lives extinguish one by one, their last words echoing through his consciousness. In that desperate moment, he channeled primordial chaos and all primordial laws to end the last True God Android, unknowingly forging his path to becoming a Primordial God. The ridicule and isolation that followed when his power declined. The war against the corrupted. Meeting Diana and Rachel. Every event that led him to this very moment.
Everything returned. The fog that had clouded his mind since they crashed in this lower realm finally lifted.
Rustle...
Deep within his inner realm—in his inner world—a gentle rustling sounded. Before the sacred figure of the God he loved and worshiped, the small white tree's branches swayed, producing a sound that resonated throughout his entire inner world.
On the ground before the tree, a figure stirred. The consciousness of Orach lay unconscious, fallen. Now, his eyes finally fluttered open. One eye blazed crimson. The other swirled with a chaotic mix of light and dark that gradually stabilized and harmonized.
Orach groaned as he lifted himself up, immediately realizing what had happened.
"I was careless..." he muttered solemnly. He looked at the small white tree, which swayed gently as if rejoicing in his awakening. "Thank you."
These were simple words, but they carried his deepest gratitude. He turned his gaze to the large figure beyond the tree—his God. "Thank you for everything." After reliving his entire life once more, he felt even more grateful for the divine providence that had guided his ships to Diana and Rachel's realm, that had led him to the white tree. None of it would have happened without his parents' and God's blessings.
He bowed deeply, his head touching the ground before the tree and the sacred figure, simply saying, "Har Har Mahadev!"—the ancient chant from the primordial era, praising his lord and drawing strength from that eternal connection.
Rising, he met the figure's serene expression and nodded. He assumed the lotus position, facing both the idol and the white tree, then closed his eyes.
The circuit completed.
Orach felt his connection with his Primordial God Ki surge back to life. It pulsed and unleashed itself, flooding through him, giving him a profound sense of completeness as his inner realms synchronized perfectly with his consciousness.
His inner world blazed with light. The nine dragon domains responded in sequence—one by one, each domain awakened, releasing triumphant roars that celebrated their master's return. As each domain's seal lifted, sensing the main inner world alive once more, the wardens opened their eyes and released their own seals.
The nine dragon domains together with the main inner world shone brilliantly, illuminating the winged silhouette at the center of his inner realm—the manifestation of his true self, holding all worlds. The wings unfurled majestically as Primordial God Ki flowed through every fiber of his being, fully awakening the entire inner realm.
Outside
Orach's Golden Oozaru form began to shine with blinding radiance. His roar subsided as a surprising transformation took hold.
Before the shocked eyes of everyone watching—Monarch personnel, Godzilla, Kara, Mother Empress—his massive body began to shrink in the blazing light. The golden fur shifted to deep crimson. His form became humanoid. His wild black hair resembled a mane. He hovered in the air, eyes still closed, his tail swaying behind him with its distinctive red-furred tip.
When his eyes finally opened, they revealed red-shadowed rings around golden irises that glowed with restrained power. His aura—no longer blazing wildly—transformed into something denser, heavier, more controlled. It pressed against the world itself. His tail wrapped securely around his waist.
For a long moment, everyone held their breath.
They had just witnessed a towering monster transform into a humanoid warrior right before their eyes.
Orach—fully himself once more—drew a slow, centering breath. His gaze swept across his surroundings, taking in Kara's barely contained excitement, Mother Empress's proud smile, and Godzilla's wary but curious stance. He closed his eyes briefly, turning his focus inward to assess the profound changes coursing through his body and ki.
'So this is it… the legendary transformation Para's ancestor achieved… Super Saiyan 4.'
Opening his eyes, he turned to his companions. "Thank you," he said, his voice quiet but steady. "Both of you."
Kara closed the distance in an instant, her arms wrapping tightly around him. She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, searching. "You're really back, aren't you?" She knew it was Orach—but the transformation had been so profound that a small, uncertain part of her needed to hear him say it.
Orach held her gaze, his eyes clear and steady. "I am."
Without hesitation, he wrapped his hand around her waist and drew her closer, surprising her. Their shared ordeal had forged something deeper between them—a connection Orach wasn't about to deny, even if she still had a long way to go before he would fully accept her as his empress, as the visions had shown.
Kara froze, stunned by his boldness. This was her best friend's father. Her mentor's future husband. The one man she had come to respect above all others. Yet here she was, in his arms.
A sudden memory flashed through her mind—the conversation with her baby cousin, Kal-El, and the words she'd said that day.
Heat crept up her cheeks as she recalled them. Giving up the internal struggle with a silent complaint, she rested her face against his chest armor.
"Young Master," Mother Empress's voice came next, warm with relief as the projections around them disappeared. "It is good to have you back."
Orach nodded, a genuine smile crossing his features. "It's good to be back."
His attention then turned to Godzilla. He studied the titan with newfound clarity, understanding now what he hadn't grasped before—this wasn't merely a creature, but a guardian forged by this world itself. A protector of balance. In that ancient, weathered gaze, Orach recognized something familiar, a reflection of his own purpose, a shared burden.
Feeling the weight of Orach's gaze, Godzilla struggled to rise. After several labored moments, the ancient creature straightened to its full height and released a defiant roar.
Kara's expression grew complicated. She hesitated, then turned to Orach. "Don't kill him. This world needs him."
Orach, who had been calmly observing the titan, glanced at her briefly. "Didn't plan to. I understand what he is now."
He looked up, surveying the atmospheric devastation Ghidorah had wrought. "This won't do," he muttered.
Only Kara and Mother Empress heard him. His eyes shifted—one turning crimson, the other becoming a swirling mix of light and darkness. He turned to Mother Empress. "Could you display this world's atmospheric composition from before the disruption?"
Mother Empress, though momentarily stunned, quickly understood his intent. She nodded and projected the atmospheric analysis from their time on Skull Island.
Orach reviewed the data and gave a single nod of confirmation.
'Tali, lend me your power,' he reached out mentally to Taliana, warden of the dragon domain of life.
Deep within his inner realm, the dragon domain blazed to life, Taliana's roar resonating as she answered his call.
A faint luminescent green ring manifested behind him, gradually spinning faster and growing more prominent. He raised his free hand toward the sky. In the next moment, a pulse of green Life ki erupted from his palm, expanding upward until it enveloped the entire planet. As it ascended and spread, the corrupted atmosphere transformed—cleansed and restored to its natural state before Ghidorah's awakening.
Aboard the USS Argo
Dr. Rick, Dr. Chen, and Dr. Emma—still in Monarch custody—watched in shock as the air and sky visibly improved within minutes. Everyone monitoring the phenomenon couldn't comprehend the power they were witnessing.
Sam leaned forward, eyes wide. "Did you all see that strange green energy? How did that alien so effortlessly cleanse the entire planet's atmosphere?"
"I... don't know. I've never seen anything like this," Dr. Chen muttered, her expression troubled as she struggled to process what had just occurred.
Colonel Dianne's tone was solemn. "Just what are they?" She couldn't begin to fathom what she'd witnessed. At least with the Titans, there was some logic—scientists could explain them. But how could anyone explain this power? Her fists clenched as she imagined what would happen if such power turned against their world. A shiver ran through her. Then, glancing at Godzilla, she realized the titan would be more crucial than ever.
On the Battlefield
Godzilla's eyes narrowed as he felt the atmospheric shift. Though the enemy was cleansing the world, confusion warred with wariness. He couldn't understand what he was seeing. One thing remained clear: even though the enemy had shrunk to human size, he was still a formidable threat.
Mustering what energy remained, Godzilla's dorsal fins began to glow.
But then Orach, sensing the energy fluctuation, gave him a blank stare. Their eyes met. In that instant, Godzilla froze—his charging energy dissipating as he felt himself pulled into a world of pure darkness. The oppressive sensation vanished as quickly as it came, but the message was clear, resistance was futile.
"Orach, what did you do?" Kara asked in shock, watching the sky clear and Ghidorah's harmful effects vanish.
"A being like Ghidorah shouldn't exist. As such, I made an exception and lent this world my aid." Orach lowered his hand. The ring behind him gradually slowed, fading until it disappeared entirely.
"Oh..." That was all Kara could manage, once again awed by his power.
"Now, it's time I take care of our little friend." Orach vanished along with Kara and Mother Empress, reappearing before the dazed Godzilla. He extended his hand and channeled a strand of Life ki directly into the titan.
"Orach, don't tell me you're..." Kara exclaimed, surprise evident in her voice.
"Yes," Orach replied, withdrawing his hand. "Like I said, Ghidorah shouldn't have existed. It's a fragment of something that has no business in any realm except its native one. But we found a fragment here, which means somewhere in this lower realm there's a scar—a wound in reality connecting to the Void Realm."
His expression grew grave. "If my speculation is correct, this entire lower realm and its various universes are in danger. Until I return and locate this scar, I'm choosing to empower this creature—and through him, his counterparts across this realm—to handle another fragment should it appear."
Kara and Mother Empress's expressions turned serious as they grasped the implications.
Kara hesitated, then spoke. "Orach, what about Kong? He's intelligent, and I've trained him. Could you consider empowering him as well?" Her eyes, though doubtful, still carried hope.
Orach became thoughtful, recalling the creature from Skull Island. Seeing Kara's expectant gaze, he nodded and closed his eyes, sensing the life force of every creature on the planet before focusing on Kong's faint signature.
While Orach and Kara had fought in Boston, Kong had waged his own battles. The island had suffered catastrophic floods, and creatures driven into frenzy by Ghidorah's call had rampaged across Skull Island. Kong had fought what remained after Orach and Kara's departure. His greatest challenge had been against the Bat God—a battle that left him drained and severely injured.
Sensing Kong's condition and location, Orach extended his hand in that direction. He manifested a small seed of compressed Life ki, comparable to what he'd bestowed upon Godzilla, and released it.
The seed shot forth as a streak of light, traversing the distance to Skull Island. Upon reaching Kong, it entered his head and settled within him.
"Done. With this, I think we should go home," Orach said, turning to meet Kara's gaze.
"Mmm..." Kara nodded in agreement.
"Very well. I've recorded this realm's coordinates. In the future, we can return here with the Sentinel, Young Master," Mother Empress said before her figure disappeared.
"Good." Orach tightened his hold on Kara. "Hold on tight, close your eyes, and don't even breathe. We'll be traversing the Void Realm. Mortals can't comprehend it, and even Higher Realm beings like myself have barely scratched its surface. But don't worry—it'll be over in an instant. Got it?"
Though Kara had many questions, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, she simply nodded.
Seeing her compliance, Orach closed his eyes and tapped into his inner realm. His Primordial God Ki surged in response, channeling through him. His hair and fur began changing color—first crimson, then blue, before settling into silver. He opened his eyes.
"Void Step."
They vanished.
USS Argo
"What? They just disappeared?" Dr. Rick exclaimed, staring at the screens in disbelief. Even with recordings of today's events, he doubted he'd ever understand what had transpired.
Meanwhile on the Battlefield
Godzilla stirred awake, eyes blazing with newfound intensity. He felt energized—at his peak—yet something within urged him toward hibernation. His transformation wasn't complete.
Suddenly, multiple titans arrived, releasing roars as they approached. Godzilla's expression turned solemn. He drew himself up and released a massive roar, asserting dominance over the gathered monsters.
The other titans suddenly felt a strange chill—an oppressive sensation unlike anything they'd experienced before. One by one, they bent the knee, recognizing Godzilla as the true King of the Monsters.
Godzilla scanned them all, then snorted dismissively. He roared once more—a clear command to disperse. As the titans departed, he turned and began walking toward the water, eager to hibernate and complete the absorption of the strange energy now coursing through him.
Meanwhile on Skull Island
Something similar was happening to the exhausted Kong. The seed dissolved into his body, Life ki enriching every cell. His wounds began to close. His breathing steadied. Deep within, power stirred—dormant potential awakening. Like Godzilla, Kong would need time to fully integrate this gift.
As consciousness faded, Kong's final thought lingered on the mysterious being who had granted him this power—and the unspoken promise that came with it, "Protect this world alongside the other chosen when darkness returns to threaten it."