Chapter 33
Over the Pacific — En Route to Japan
Alex soared across the sky, streaking like a living storm—black wings cutting through the clouds, lightning crackling faintly in his wake. Even he hadn't expected flight to be possible after his evolution. With a body now weighing tens of tons, flight should have been an impossible dream. Physics was cruel like that.
And yet… here he was. Defying it.
He thought he would be grounded once he ascended to the Titan tier until he got genetics from Ghidorah. Titans weren't known for their agility in the air—Rodan and Ghidorah were the few exceptions. Rodan, with his massive wingspan and streamlined skeletal structure, compensated for his mass by gliding on thermal currents. His musculature and bone density were specialized beyond anything , and even then, his flight was more falling with style than true lift.
Ghidorah, on the other hand, bent the rules entirely.
The storm that followed him wasn't just atmospheric disturbance—it was magnetic manipulation on a global scale. By generating powerful electromagnetic fields, Ghidorah created his own updrafts, churning cyclones that lifted him into the sky like a deity of destruction, riding his own manufactured tempest.
Alex had neither of those. But he had evolved something new. Something uniquely his.
His gravity field.
It didn't affect his mass—no, he still weighed what he weighed—but it affected how gravity interacted with him. The 30-meter-thick field around his body allowed him to bend the rules. If he chose, he could nullify gravity's pull entirely, making himself light as air. But that wasn't how he was flying now.
He had discovered something more refined—more powerful.
He wasn't just nullifying gravity. He was reversing it—shaping it.
By inverting the direction of gravitational force beneath him and simultaneously pulling down from above, Alex suspended himself in a pressure zone—a gravitational sandwich. Strengthening the pull from below sent him soaring. Strengthening the force from above helped him descend and from behind him gravity in his gravity field pushed him foward . His wings, massive and powerful, no longer bore the full burden of lift. Instead, they became rudders and stabilizers, adjusting pitch and yaw with precision as he cruised through the sky.
He was a leviathan in the clouds, gliding with eerie silence despite his size—an unnatural presence even among Titans.
But still, his flight wasn't without its dramatic flair.
Wherever he passed, clouds twisted and tore apart, sheared aside by invisible forces. Air pressure dipped, wind currents distorted.light bent slightly around him creating a shimmering affect.but his flight had a weird quirk when he is flying he feels like he is falling and being pulled from every direction,if he were not evolved for it it would have caused him discomfort everytime he was flying but he figured he would eventually get used to it.
Meanwhile, aboard the submarine...
"Black Wyvern has been detected en route to Japan. It seems he sees the new monsters as a greater threat than Ghidorah," Colonel Diane reported to Dr. Serizawa aboard the command submarine.
Serizawa turned to Mark Russell, his expression unreadable.
"It seems... Gojira will be the one to confront Ghidorah."
Mark nodded silently.
"Hopefully this works," Dr. Chen murmured, watching the deep-sea monitors as the submarine cruised through the darkness.
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Meanwhile, in Boston...
Madison Russell arrived at Fenway Stadium, cradling the ORCA device in her arms. The stadium was empty, cold, and silent — the calm before the chaos.
She climbed to the central control booth, plugged the ORCA into the mainframe, and connected it to the stadium's loudspeakers. Her fingers hovered for a moment... then pressed Activate.
The signal began to pulse across the city.
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Back on the submarine...
The sub had reached Godzilla's lair — an ancient, hidden chamber deep beneath the sea, filled with colossal statues and ruins carved in reverence to the King of Monsters.
But they couldn't go further.
The radiation levels were too high, even for reinforced drones, which short-circuited and fell apart the closer they approached.
The missile tubes had been damaged — remote detonation was no longer possible.
Someone would have to go in manually... and detonate the nuclear warhead near Godzilla.
Dr. Serizawa stepped forward.
"I will go."
Everyone paused. He spoke with calm finality — not as a scientist, but as a man ready to meet the myth he'd followed all his life.
No one objected. They knew this was his wish.
He suited up in a radiation-proof exo-suit and boarded the small submersible. The last thing he said before closing the hatch:
> "Thank you... for this opportunity."
The crew watched as the submersible descended into the glowing abyss.
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He found Godzilla, resting — wounded, recovering, breathing slowly. The King's dorsal plates glowed faintly in the shadows.
Serizawa stepped out, trembling not from fear but awe. He placed the warhead beside Godzilla and began the countdown.
The last thing he did... was reach out, resting a hand against Godzilla's massive face.
> "Goodbye, old friend."
A silent moment.
Then —
Detonation.
The blast erupted, lighting the depths like a second sun.
The shockwave tore through the lair, vaporizing stone, water, and silence. The submarine, now ascending, was slammed by the wave — lifted into the air and then crashed back into the ocean surface.
The hatch on the submarine blew open.
Mark, Dr. Chen, and the submarine's captain climbed out onto the deck, squinting against the glimmer of sunlight piercing the sea mist.
Then the ocean began to swirl.
A low rumble echoed from beneath the waves as the water spiraled into a massive whirlpool — then exploded upward with an earth-shaking roar.
Godzilla erupted from the sea, his massive form glowing with radioactive power. Water cascaded off his body like a collapsing mountain. He rose to his full height, dorsal plates burning blue-white as he glared skyward — and then...
BOOOOOOM.
His jaws opened wide and unleashed a blast of atomic breath into the sky, ripping clouds apart and shaking the heavens.
> It was not an attack.
It was a declaration.
The King had returned.
He turned his piercing eyes toward the submarine. For a tense moment, no one dared to breathe.
"Don't move," Mark whispered, raising a hand to the others.
Godzilla stared at them — judging, calculating. Then, with a heavy snort that sent steam rising from his nostrils, he turned away and vanished beneath the waves, leaving only churning water and silence in his wake.
"He's heading for Boston where the orca is being broadcasted to confront Ghidorah," Dr. Chen said quietly.
"Good," Mark replied. "Now we just need to locate the exact position of the orca."
He turned to the crew and shouted,
> "i Know how to find them!"
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Meanwhile, in Boston...
Madison stood atop the stadium control tower, scanning the horizon with a pair of binoculars clutched tightly in her hands.
She had activated the ORCA. She knew Ghidorah would come. The question was when — and what else might respond.
The sky was oddly quiet.
Then she noticed something:
A storm forming in the distance, dark clouds spiraling unnaturally, pushing across the skyline like an incoming wall of dread.
The flag beside her — previously limp in the still air — suddenly snapped, whipping violently in one direction… then stopping… then reversing, flapping wildly as the winds grew unstable.
A rumble echoed across the city.
Madison lowered her binoculars. Her eyes widened.
> Ghidorah... was coming.
End of chapter.
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