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Days blurred together in the Anteverse. Aidan spent most of his time tinkering with Godzilla's genetic code, running simulations, pushing the creature's capabilities toward Category-4 classification and beyond. The ultimate goal—Red Lotus form—remained theoretical. He lacked critical elemental components, exotic materials that didn't exist in this dimension or Earth's periodic table. But that was a problem for future-Aidan to solve.
Today was about testing what he'd already built.
Aidan and Achilles stood on the observation platform, the crimson artificial sun casting long shadows across the Gobi landscape. In the clearing below, several massive shapes waited—Kaiju specimens pulled from the cultivation pools, reanimated, prepared for combat evaluation.
"Who do you think wins?" Aidan asked, unable to keep the anticipation from his voice.
Achilles studied the battlefield with a commander's eye. "Your creation has impressive capabilities. But against two Category-5 Kaiju simultaneously? The odds favor the larger specimens. Unless you plan to intervene with the Magician."
"Not necessary." Aidan shook his head, smiling. "Godzilla masses twenty thousand tons now. The height difference is misleading—your Kaiju are built tall but hollow. In terms of actual density, they're like paper shells compared to mine."
"One-on-one, I'd concede the point," Achilles said carefully. "But two-on-one changes the equation. Numbers matter."
"I made a breakthrough recently. Godzilla has a new evolution."
"What kind of breakthrough?" The Precursor's tone carried professional skepticism. He'd spent decades engineering Kaiju. Some human who'd been doing this for a week shouldn't be producing miracles.
"Watch," Aidan said simply, gesturing toward the arena. "They're about to engage."
The first Kaiju stood one hundred eighty-two meters tall—pterosaur-like wings folded against its body, tail lined with bone spikes, dorsal plates glowing faint blue. When it spread its wings, the span was enormous, blotting out the red sunlight like a living eclipse.
The second was ape-like: long arms, powerful shoulders, one hundred forty-five meters of muscle and rage. Twin horns swept back from its skull. Less elegant than its flying companion, but built for raw destructive power.
Across from them, looking almost small by comparison, stood Godzilla.
Fifty meters tall. Blue-grey hide, thickly textured, almost armored in appearance. Eyes that gleamed with something beyond animal intelligence—focused, calculating, aware. The dorsal plates pulsed with internal light, brighter than before, more controlled. The tail swayed slowly, testing weight and balance.
He looked ready.
"SKREEEE!" The pterosaur Kaiju shrieked, wings flaring.
"RAAAAGH!" The ape-Kaiju bellowed, pounding fists against its chest.
"RRRROOOAAARRR!" Godzilla's answering roar was enormous—deeper, more resonant, carrying harmonics that made the ground vibrate. His tail whipped through the air hard enough to create sonic booms.
Then, as if responding to an unspoken signal, the two Category-5s charged.
The pterosaur took flight, wings beating hard to gain altitude. The ape-Kaiju thundered forward on massive legs, each footfall creating small craters, closing the distance with terrifying speed.
Godzilla didn't retreat. Didn't flinch. Just watched them come with those intelligent eyes, waiting, calculating optimal response.
The ape-Kaiju hit first.
"CRUNCH!" One hundred forty-five meters of muscle and momentum slammed into Godzilla's smaller frame—the kind of impact that should've sent him flying backward, bones shattering, structural integrity failing.
Godzilla didn't move. His feet stayed planted, claws digging into bedrock, absorbing the collision through sheer density. Twenty thousand tons compressed into fifty meters didn't budge for anything.
His jaws snapped forward, teeth designed for rending and crushing, and bit into the ape-Kaiju's chest. Blue blood sprayed as fangs penetrated hide and muscle.
Above, the pterosaur-Kaiju dove, beak extended like a spear, aiming for Godzilla's exposed back while he was locked in grapple with its partner.
"SHLTK!" The beak struck true, driving into Godzilla's dorsal region with pile-driver force.
Achilles leaned forward, expecting catastrophic damage—ruptured organs, severed spine, the kind of wound that ended fights immediately.
Instead, the impact produced a shallow cut. Maybe ten centimeters deep. Crimson blood—glowing faintly like molten metal—oozed from the wound.
Godzilla barely seemed to notice.
The pterosaur pulled back for another strike, repositioning for a better angle. But Godzilla had already shifted tactics.
His arms—stubby, almost comically short compared to his bulk—wrapped around the ape-Kaiju locked against his chest. Then, with a grunt of effort that reverberated across the arena, he lifted.
One hundred forty-five meters. Thousands of tons. Godzilla hoisted it overhead like a wrestler executing a power move.
"BOOM!" The ape-Kaiju crashed into the Gobi desert hard enough to register on seismographs, cratering the ground, sending shockwaves rippling outward.
The pterosaur dove again, beak striking Godzilla's shoulder, his flank, his back—rapid pecking attacks designed to overwhelm through sheer volume.
Each hit drew blood. Each wound was superficial. The hide was too thick, the underlying structure too dense for penetration.
Godzilla's head tilted upward, tracking the flying target. His eyes narrowed. Something shifted in his posture—stance widening, energy building.
On the platform, Achilles went rigid. "That's—how is that—"
"Atomic furnace," Aidan said conversationally. "Internal nuclear reactor integrated into his biology."
"You put a reactor inside a living creature?!" All four of Achilles's eyes widened simultaneously. "The radiation alone should kill—"
"Not installed," Aidan corrected. "He is a reactor. His body generates nuclear fission naturally. It's part of his cellular structure."
"That's impossible—"
Godzilla's dorsal plates flared brilliant blue, light cascading down his spine in sequential pulses. Energy building. Charging. Reaching critical mass.
His jaw opened wide.
The beam that erupted was pure white at its core, edged in electric blue, thick as a tree trunk and moving at near-light speed. It caught the pterosaur-Kaiju mid-dive, punching straight through its torso, cauterizing as it vaporized flesh and bone.
The creature's shriek cut off mid-note. Its body continued forward on momentum alone, already dead, crashing to the ground with bone-breaking force.
One down.
The ape-Kaiju pulled itself from the crater, shaking off the impact, and charged again—all instinct, no strategy, just raw aggression hoping to overwhelm the smaller opponent through persistence.
Godzilla watched it come. Something almost like disdain flickered across his reptilian features.
He didn't even bother with the atomic breath this time.
His tail came around in a devastating arc—too low for the ape-Kaiju to dodge or block, moving faster than something that massive had any right to move.
"CRACK!" The tail struck the Kaiju's leading leg at the knee joint.
Physics did the rest. The leg buckled, structural integrity compromised, and the ape-Kaiju pitched forward, crashing face-first into the desert.
Before it could recover, Godzilla was on top of it.
What followed wasn't a fight. It was a beating.
Claws raked across hide. Teeth tore chunks from limbs. The atomic breath fired at point-blank range, turning the ape-Kaiju's head into superheated plasma.
Aidan and Achilles stopped watching halfway through. The outcome was obvious. No point dwelling on the details of dismemberment.
When the Kaiju's blood began evaporating—releasing that characteristic toxic terraforming agent, filling the air with acrid chemical stench—Godzilla panicked.
The mighty bioweapon, the atomic-powered apex predator, covered his nose with both tiny arms and fled, tail swishing frantically, eyes round with cartoonish distress.
The effect was almost adorable.
He bolted toward the observation platform, seeking refuge from the smell, looking up at Aidan with those expressive eyes—still intelligent, still aware, but now radiating unmistakable help me energy.
Aidan reached down, stroking Godzilla's snout as the creature pressed against the platform like an oversized dog seeking comfort.
"When's your delegation arriving?" Aidan asked Achilles, still petting his creation. "I've been eyeing that stellar energy source for days. Want to see what happens when I integrate it into Godzilla's biology. If I had time, I'd test full star-core integration."
"That decision isn't mine to make," Achilles said, shaking his head.