Along with the T-Rex, the other dinosaur leaders drank the Titan blood.
One by one, they broke their limits. Their evolution was complete.
First was the Giganotosaurus.
It tore out of its old shell, reborn as the Beta-class Brute Jaw Tyrant.
Standing 80 meters tall, it was a mountain of muscle.
True to its name, its jaw was a nightmare of biological engineering, packed with jagged teeth designed to shear through a Titan's hide.
But it wasn't just physical strength. Its wings could shift and flare, and a heat-dissipation membrane unfurled along its spine.
Inside its chest, a biological nuclear reactor roared to life.
It didn't just bite; it converted nuclear energy into searing heat, spewing high-temperature flames from its throat and even venting fire from its nostrils like a demon engine.
Next came the Spinosaurus.
It evolved into the Beta-class Spined Caracara.
It matched the Brute Jaw in size, 80 meters of aquatic terror.
Its legs and tail bulged with unnatural muscle density.
The most striking feature, however, was the forest of sword-like spines running from its skull down to its tail.
The tip of that tail had hardened into a legitimate blade.
It was a bio-weapon. Its maw dripped with highly acidic saliva, capable of melting armor, while its reactor core burned hot.
Its ultimate technique was terrifying.
By sweeping its tail in a massive arc, it could release compressed energy, triggering a kinetic shockwave.
A tail-sweeping nuclear explosion.
The Quetzalcoatlus took to the skies, reborn as the Beta-class Fire Queen.
With a wingspan of 200 meters, it blotted out the sun.
Covered in crimson scales, it was a flying fortress.
Its internal reactor fueled a devastating breath attack, a mix of explosive gale-force winds and melting heat that scorched everything in its path.
The Therizinosaurus, known as the Sickle-zinosaur, evolved into the Beta-class Devil's Claw.
At 70 meters long, it was a machine of precision death.
Its iconic claws were now indestructible scythes.
By vibrating these blades at thousands of hertz, fueled by its atomic reactor, it created super-frequency cutters that could sever molecular bonds.
Nothing could block its combo attacks.
The Carnotaurus leader became the Beta-class Smasher.
Sixty meters of pure aggression. Its forelimbs, usually small in its ancestors, had mutated into massive, pillar-like arms.
It was built for close-quarters boxing. To make matters worse, it secreted an explosive green slime that detonated at will from its internal heat.
Every punch was a bomb.
The Allosaurus leader evolved into the Beta-class Slayer.
Also 60 meters long, its power was concentrated in its rear.
Its tail had calcified into a giant, hardened blade.
Tough, sharp, and superheated by nuclear energy, a single swing could cleave a mountain.
Then, there were the smaller, faster killers.
Blue, the Velociraptor leader, ascended to a Gamma-class Swift-Claw.
Fifty meters long and weighing 8,000 tons, she was a blur of motion.
Her forelimbs were edged like blades, and her tail bristled with thorns. She was speed personified.
The Dilophosaurus leader became the Gamma-class Venom Spitter.
Fifty meters of toxicity. Its entire body was a vessel for neurotoxins; a single touch was a death sentence for lesser creatures.
The Compsognathus leader became the Gamma-class Thunder Thief.
Forty meters long, 6,000 tons.
Its scales crackled with high-voltage electricity, allowing it to move at lightning speeds and wreath its body in plasma for melee strikes.
Finally, the leaders of the Pteranodon and Dimorphodon flocks transformed into Gamma-class Fire Pterosaurs.
With wingspans of 100 and 80 meters respectively, they were the heavy air support, weighing in at thousands of tons.
The lineup was complete.
They were all part of the Gojira clan now.
While they couldn't fire the signature atomic breath of the species, their reactors fueled their own unique, devastating abilities.
Their strength had increased exponentially.
After three months of hellish training and exploration in the first layer of the Inner World, the Jurassic Alliance had undergone a qualitative change.
Counting Grey and Kong, the Alliance now boasted nine Beta-class Titans and five Gamma-class Titans.
Miraluz had even saved some Titan Essence for the Mosasaur.
Once they returned, that guardian would also ascend to Beta-class, bringing their heavy hitters to ten.
"It is time," Miraluz thought, looking upward.
"Time to return to the surface."
The first layer of the Inner World had been conquered.
It was time to check on the second generation of hatchlings back on Dragon Island.
Grey and the others missed their children.
Meanwhile, in the Surface World.
Deep within a secret military research base in the central United States.
"Success! Chief, we've done it!"
The voice was trembling with manic excitement.
A middle-aged man with a thick beard stared at the device in front of him.
This was Simmons, the president of APEX Cybernetics.
"This is the ultimate weapon. The only thing that can truly kill a Titan. The Oxygen Destroyer."
Standing beside him was a white man in a sharp military uniform, four stars gleaming on his shoulder.
His eyes shone with a dangerous light.
"You live up to your reputation, Mr. Simmons," the General said.
"On behalf of the United States... no, on behalf of the human race, I thank you. You have handed us the key to our salvation."
The Oxygen Destroyer. A forbidden weapon, brought into reality.
Initial tests were terrifying.
A sample the size of a human palm could strip the oxygen atoms from the environment across thousands of square kilometers.
It worked through a violent electromagnetic reaction, disintegrating oxygen at the molecular level.
Oxygen was the basis of life. Even Titans, for all their god-like power, were biological organisms.
If their cells collapsed from instant oxygen deprivation, they would die just like anything else.
APEX had synthesized a massive dose.
Calculations suggested this finished product could cover millions of square kilometers.
It could wipe a medium-sized country off the map.
Humanity is the master of this world, the General thought, a cruel smile touching his lips.
Not these beasts. Not these false gods.
However, the cost was astronomical.
Producing this single warhead had drained a significant portion of the budget for both the US Military and APEX.
Mass production was impossible for now.
If they could mass-produce it, conquering the Earth would be trivial.
But they had one shot.
The weapon was handed over to the US Military.
It had to be used with surgical precision.
They needed to maximize the kill count, taking out the biggest threat in a single strike.
The target had already been decided.
The first victim of the Oxygen Destroyer would be.
Wings of Death - Miraluz