> Out of harm’s way. > > Out of the reach of the two Titans and their uncontrollable rampage. > > Waving several agents to safety, Bon Bon couldn’t help but turn her head back to the battle. She watched Godzilla slash down at San, at Ni, screaming as he did so. Roaring in agitation as he missed, and the heads retaliated by snapping at his claws. With his hands immobilized, the two heads separated them until Godzilla was practically vulnerable. Leaving Ichi alone to glare down Godzilla face to face. > > Growling, baring his razor-sharp teeth, Ichi unleashed a petrifying and rage-filled cackle into Godzilla’s face. Mere seconds before he couldn’t hold back and drove his fangs around his enemy’s throat. Demanding the blood. Lusting for it. Intent on seeing his wretched foe fall again, and fall harder than ever before. Fall so hard that he never rose again. > > Driving Godzilla down, Ghidorah crushed him into the earth, shattering the entire eastern portion of the stadium and dragging him even further across the earth. Deeper and heavier across every building and crystal they came across. The dragon kept up the attack, remaining merciless. Fueled with murderous intent. The pained roars he earned were music to Ghidorah’s ears. > > Just as the low, pulsating hums were music to Godzilla’s ears. > > Only amplifying in pitch. In every octave. Until the power from Godzilla’s dorsal plates glowed so bright that his chest, his veins, and practically every portion of his body radiated that same blinding whiteness. It was enough to disorient Ghidorah. It gave Godzilla his opening and he took it, grabbing Ichi by the throat, prying his jaws off of him, and opening his own. > > Unleashing the power billowing deep within him. > > It still shocked Bon Bon to her core to see it again. To see it so very close now. > > Godzilla’s unleashed his atomic breath, but it was not as it was before. It was not a radioactive blue. It was a pure white firestorm. It was an explosive force of harmonic energy that was surrounded by numerous rings. Rings the color of every shade of the rainbow. The rings trembled and grew larger to compensate for how massive Godzilla’s harmonic breath was becoming. It struck Ghidorah over his heart, pushing the mighty King of Terror further and further backward as Godzilla rose again. > > So was Ghidorah pushed back, right into the stadium and where Bon Bon and her team were still trying to evacuate. That time, they were all caught under the shimmering lights. They were all captured by the spectacle of destruction unfolding before them. The stream of white fire striking Ghidorah in the chest. The shadow of the towering Demon of the Stars growing heavier. Threatening to fall right over them. Neither Spike nor Lyra nor Daring Do could have done anything to break out of their shock and awe. > > But Bon Bon was torn away. > > She heard a different melody singing within the clouds. She turned her head higher and saw the pulsating, vibrant colors glistening in the storm. The fiery oranges. The bioluminescent greens and blues. She watched as the storm could not contain it and she was unleashed. > > Mothra roared in her descent, crying so very loudly that Ghidorah couldn’t ignore her. He barely even turned to face the Queen of the Monsters when she sprayed a helping of webbing across his heads, planting him against the face of the nearest tower of dark crystal. > > With Ichi and San trapped, Ni managed to rip himself free and tilt his glare skyward. There was Mothra, her wings expanded as she soared across the heavens and shrieked once more. Leaving Ghidorah disgruntled and shaken, leaving him at the mercy of her king. Not only were her cries a warning to her enemies, but her presence assured all who stood against the balance of nature that its defender had arrived. To the false king, the arisen tyrant, her cries sounded off louder, giving him the only declaration he so deserved… > > She made a bold declaration to the one who sowed the wind… that she was the whirlwind. > > Arrived at last to restore balance.