The sky above the Northern Battlefield had become a wound.
Black smoke boiled upward from a hundred fires, mixing with the crimson glow of the Light Domain's failing barrier. The ground, once a sprawling plain of grass and stone, had been transformed into a cratered wasteland, still smoking from the aftermath of clashes that had reduced mountains to rubble in seconds.
And at the center of it all stood it.
Godzilla.
One hundred and twenty meters of living annihilation. Its dorsal plates glowed with an inner fire, pulsing like a second heartbeat as energy accumulated in its core. The creature's eyes, ancient, malevolent, hungry, fixed on the remnants of humanity's defensive line, specially on Julius's figure.
It wanted to destroy the human leader and it knew that would instantly end this battle.
