GTAG Chapter 93 Inland Sea
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Godzilla stretched his body, shaking loose chunks of hardened magma that had clung to him. After more than twenty years soaking in molten rock, the metallic luster of his scales had grown brighter, gleaming like blackened gold.
The sight would have once pleased him, but today, his attention was fixed on something far more important.
At his command, violet crystals sprouted from within his body, seeping into the surrounding seawater and dyeing it purple.
This was the Purple Mist.
After two relentless decades, Godzilla had finally cultivated enough of it. Though not yet enough to shroud the entire world, it was sufficient to engulf several cities—and more than enough for him to wield as a weapon.
To his surprise, the Purple Mist was not a consumable. When drained of power, it would slowly recharge itself, regaining its full energy within a month. Likely because each particle was smaller than dust itself, this recovery cycle was astonishingly fast.
Now that he had amassed a vast reserve, Godzilla turned his focus toward another ambition: could he replicate the breath of Singularity Godzilla?
In theory, it should be possible. But theory was not proof, and he needed to test it. If successful, he would gain another devastating weapon—one that would not draw from his own reserves, but instead feed on the inexhaustible Purple Mist. Against powerful enemies, this could mean sustaining his peak form indefinitely.
With this goal in mind, Godzilla swam upward.
Breaking the surface, he scanned the horizon. No land in sight, and even his radar found nothing. No matter—sea or land, it was all the same for the test.
He recalled the principle: bind the beam, fold it over itself, compress it until it became an inferno of impossible heat.
A blazing orb of white light formed before him. At first the size of a fist, it grew until it matched the size of his head. But the more it swelled, the more unstable it became. Godzilla unleashed it toward the sea.
With a hiss, the blast vaporized an enormous volume of water. Scalding steam rose like a suffocating fog. Enough to boil any living creature alive—but to Godzilla, it felt pleasantly cool.
The beam's force was impressive, yet it required long charge times, and its destructive power still fell short of his atomic breath. If he wanted to master the Singularity Breath, far more training was required.
Feeling unsettled by the endless depths beneath him, Godzilla decided land would be better for further practice. He swam on, a violet trail blooming in his wake. From above, it looked like a massive ribbon of purple unfurling behind him.
This was no illusion. Though most of the Purple Mist remained hidden in another dimension until summoned, the portion he had released followed in his path, like a living shroud.
When his claws finally struck shore, the Mist surged from the sea to coil around him, cloaking his colossal frame. From a distance, he appeared as a myth made flesh—a godlike beast veiled in violet haze.
Eagerly, he began training. Beyond perfecting the Singularity Breath, he needed to refine the Mist's other abilities: hardening like the Crimson Dust, slowing or hastening time, even rending space itself. Each demanded practice, but for now, his priority was clear.
This new breath had to be mastered.
The atomic breath was unmatched in raw power, its heat reaching tens of millions of degrees. But its cost was equally severe, draining his reserves with every blast. In the past, he had been forced to weaken it to conserve strength. But with the Singularity Breath, powered by the Purple Mist, those worries could vanish.
Time blurred. He practiced again and again, each attempt reshaping the land beneath him. Where once had been solid ground, now stretched an inland sea. The devastation was vast—but the destruction mattered little. What mattered was this: Godzilla had done it.
At last, he stood on the shore, jaws opening wide.
White radiance welled from deep in his throat. Six glowing rings of light materialized before his maw, growing brighter and tighter as the energy built to its peak.
Then, with a thunderous roar, the rings snapped and a colossal beam erupted forth. Dozens of meters thick, it speared across the horizon and struck the ocean.
BOOM!
The sea convulsed violently, waves thrashing as countless tons of water vaporized in an instant. The beam drilled deep into the seafloor, melting stone into rivers of lava. When it cooled, the ocean floor was left a vast scar of re-solidified rock, warped and alien.
Godzilla had succeeded.
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