Prologue: The Scar That Remains
The sky was wrong again.
Black lightning slithered across the torn heavens like serpents birthed from chaos. Winds howled in every direction, shrieking with the voices of broken storms. Oceans churned in unnatural, spiraling patterns. And at the heart of it all—the rift.
Ghidorah's wound upon the world.
A floating vortex of unsealed reality, suspended above the Pacific, still wide open. Still bleeding power.
And on the other side, something stirred.
Narration – Belenus
I had destroyed Ghidorah. Vaporized his body with the Godflare. Sealed his scream with the weight of my fire.
But I hadn't destroyed his legacy.
The storm he brought had left behind a scar. One the world couldn't heal alone.
What I felt now wasn't victory. It was responsibility.
Because that rift—it wasn't just an opening.
It was a beacon.
And I could feel them coming.
Things worse than Ghidorah.
Flight to the Rift
My wings ignited, solar vents flaring as I surged into the sky. Heat rippled off my form, the air behind me burning into a contrail of molten wind.
I flew beyond clouds, past storms, through wind shears that would shred steel.
And then I reached it.
The Rift.
It churned like a living void, rimmed in gold lightning and fragments of broken dimension. Colors bled through it—purple, gold, red, and shades without names.
I hovered there.
And I listened.
The Three Roots Within
I reached inward, calling upon the powers that now defined me.
The Verdant Core – The primal force of life itself, gifted by the Grove of Titans. It pulsed with fertility and rebirth.
The Root of Silence – A quiet, eternal stillness granted by Tenebros. The power of patience, of peace between storms.
The Ashen Flame – My own. Forged through agony, loss, and fire. The crucible that made me king.
Together, they hummed within me like a trinity of light, holding back the cosmic tide.
And the Rift… answered.
From the Rift – A Wraith of Ghidorah
Something emerged.
At first, I thought it was a memory. A dream formed from fear.
But it had mass. Movement. Intent.
A spectral Ghidorah, built from the energies of the rift itself. Its three heads flickered with unstable lightning, its wings trailing strings of shattered dimensions.
Not flesh. Not ghost.
A Wraith.
The last rage of a fallen tyrant, given shape by the tear in the world.
It screamed.
And attacked.
Clash at the Edge of Reality
We met in a collision of fury and flame.
Its first strike split the sky, its beams tearing through auroras. I retaliated with solar spears, erupting from my dorsal spines like divine fire.
We danced between layers of reality, our roars warping the atmosphere. I tore off one of its heads—only to see it reform from the Rift's energy.
Every blow I struck only fed it.
Then I understood.
This wasn't a creature to kill.
It was the rift itself fighting to stay open.
Narration – Belenus
I could not destroy it with force.
So I shifted.
I stopped fighting.
And began to balance.
I drew in the Roots—the Core, the Silence, the Flame.
Verdant light flowed through my veins.
Stillness settled around me like a sacred hush.
And the Ashen Fire? It did not rage.
It harmonized.
I opened my soul.
The Seal of Balance
From my chest, a new power erupted.
Not a blast.
Not a roar.
A song.
A tone born of harmony, sung by the Roots. A frequency that spoke to the fabric of reality itself.
The rift trembled. The Wraith screeched, folding and flickering.
I extended the song outward.
Wrapped the rift in it.
And sealed it.
The Rift collapsed inward, folding like a wound stitching itself closed. Lightning screamed. The sky twisted.
And then—
Silence.
Narration – Belenus
I fell back to Earth, not wounded… but whole.
The world was quiet again.
The skies had healed.
The seas no longer boiled.
And for the first time since I opened my eyes inside that ancient egg...
I felt peace.
Epilogue – SHIELD Directive 017
Subject: Rift Closed Successfully.
World Stability: Restored.
Titan Presence: Confirmed in Hollow Earth.
Belenus Classification: Ashen King — Interdimensional Sentinel.
Director Fury's Personal Log:
"He's not just a kaiju anymore.
He's the guardian of the border between worlds.
Pray nothing tries to cross it again."
Final Scene – Hollow Earth: The Throne of Ash
In the volcanic grove deep within Hollow Earth, I stood before the Ashen Throne. Amaterasu waited.
So did Bar'ghul.
So did Tenebros.
So did the world.
I took my place—not as conqueror.
But as a keeper.
Ashen King.
And as the flames wrapped around the throne, turning to sacred embers...
A whisper moved through the Hollow Earth:
"Balance... has returned."