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He unfurled his wings from Canterlot Mountain. The tremendous limbs split apart and rose high enough to touch his storm. In doing so, Ghidorah unleashed a cackling roar so powerful, so otherworldly, so unrealistically earth-shattering that all the earth actually felt it. All three heads lifted their necks to scream to the heavens. All three mouths were agape, releasing his shriek to the fullest extent of his strength and reach.
All for one purpose. All for one truth.
The king had fallen, and Ghidorah had risen to take the throne.
At last.
Canterlot was horrified by the mere image of the beast. Fire scorched the night and turned the black into a terrible, orange hellfire. Golden lightning shredded the skies and illuminated the heavens, all to amplify the power of the one who stood above the world. Ponies proceeded to cry out and cover their ears, but even their miniscule cries were drowned out by the soul-shredding power of Ghidorah’s roar.
Covering their ears from the sheer power of the beast’s cry no longer protected them, for the scream only intensified louder and louder and never relented. Eardrums were popped. Ponies felt their ears bleed and their eyes shed tears of agony. They crouched forward, fell backwards, and all eventually collapsed beneath the shadow of the arisen Titan.
Their city burned and they all fell in a defeated, bowing state beneath his throne.
As for the arisen king, his cackle was much more than just a victorious cry. It was more than even Titanus Rodan could ever imagine, the Fire Demon circling the skies around Canterlot Mountain, and the beast howling in praise and submission to his ruler. It was more than a tool used for terror, for pain, for suffering, calling forth to all of Canterlot to show them who their true ruler was now. It was so much more than the old world rulers would ever know, for their rule had come to an end.
As for King Ghidorah, he roared for all the world to hear. To awaken. To follow him.
Ghidorah & Rodan © Toho/Legendary
He unfurled his wings from Canterlot Mountain. The tremendous limbs split apart and rose high enough to touch his storm. In doing so, Ghidorah unleashed a cackling roar so powerful, so otherworldly, so unrealistically earth-shattering that all the earth actually felt it. All three heads lifted their necks to scream to the heavens. All three mouths were agape, releasing his shriek to the fullest extent of his strength and reach.
All for one purpose. All for one truth.
The king had fallen, and Ghidorah had risen to take the throne.
At last.
Canterlot was horrified by the mere image of the beast. Fire scorched the night and turned the black into a terrible, orange hellfire. Golden lightning shredded the skies and illuminated the heavens, all to amplify the power of the one who stood above the world. Ponies proceeded to cry out and cover their ears, but even their miniscule cries were drowned out by the soul-shredding power of Ghidorah’s roar.
Covering their ears from the sheer power of the beast’s cry no longer protected them, for the scream only intensified louder and louder and never relented. Eardrums were popped. Ponies felt their ears bleed and their eyes shed tears of agony. They crouched forward, fell backwards, and all eventually collapsed beneath the shadow of the arisen Titan.
Their city burned and they all fell in a defeated, bowing state beneath his throne.
As for the arisen king, his cackle was much more than just a victorious cry. It was more than even Titanus Rodan could ever imagine, the Fire Demon circling the skies around Canterlot Mountain, and the beast howling in praise and submission to his ruler. It was more than a tool used for terror, for pain, for suffering, calling forth to all of Canterlot to show them who their true ruler was now. It was so much more than the old world rulers would ever know, for their rule had come to an end.
As for King Ghidorah, he roared for all the world to hear. To awaken. To follow him.
Ghidorah & Rodan © Toho/Legendary
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