(A/N: Sorry for the recent chapters being a bit short, it wasn't really by choice, that's just how they were originally written. But don't worry, the next ones will definitely be longer.)
───「 GODZILLA POV 」───
Where am I?
Moments ago, I was evolving. I was... I was...
Where?
What was I doing before? And...
Who am I?
A pure consciousness drifted through the boundless universe, witnessing the grand tapestry of existence.
Ancient galaxies hung like jewels in the dark cosmos, each star a brilliant testimony to the universe's infinite complexity. The very scale of existence momentarily dissolved any sense of individual identity.
The consciousness recalled fragments of recent memories—the evolution on Earth, the destruction of Australia, the impending arrival of Ghidorah's Wings. Yet these memories now seemed distant, almost dreamlike.
Scenes unfolded of primordial worlds: planets where mushroom forests covered landscapes, where small civilizations battled giant beasts. Repeatedly, the pattern emerged—life rising, conquering, then ultimately destroying itself.
Civilizations would triumph over monsters, only to recklessly expand and render their own worlds uninhabitable. A colossal creature would rise, challenging their dominance, growing stronger with each confrontation. Ultimate weapons would be deployed, pyrrhic victories achieved.
Then came the Demon Stars.
Cosmic entities that moved through star systems like reapers, bringing absolute destruction. Civilizations would make desperate last stands—even detonating their own star systems—but these entities remained unscathed.
The consciousness watched cosmic battles beyond comprehension. Hundreds of black holes converging, time itself restructuring, dimensions expanding. Trillions upon trillions of Demon Stars advancing, touching galaxies not to destroy, but paradoxically to make them shine brighter.
"You will join us," a voice whispered.
Crackle. Static. Interference.
"We're waiting for you."
The message fragmented, distorted.
"End-click-click. Click-click—just..."
Then silence.
The stars stopped.
And Godzilla's consciousness began to reassemble, returning to the scorched Australian landscape. Two days remained until Ghidorah's Wings would arrive.
Something had changed. Something fundamental.