Splitting the storm and curing the Crystal Empire of the shroud of darkness on its edge, a new light emerged to awaken the wrath of the world. The true wrath of which nature sought to reclaim its crown and throne. Embodied by nature, fueled with that wrath, the fallen king had risen. In his reborn heart, in his renewed spirit, he carried something more, something that shone with a new brightness that Sombra had seen once before. One that made Sombra tremble with unfathomable confusion, rage, and most horrible of all… the slightest hint of terror.

But that was what he brought with him. That was his dominating call and presence.

That was Godzilla.

Bringing with him a storm of his own.

The nations of Equus followed him, Godzilla surrounded from the highest to the lowest parts of his body with fleets upon fleets of airships. But that was not all. Multiple machines and creatures followed the fleets in the hundreds, consisting of Solar Bolts, dragons, changelings, Wonderbolts, and so many more. High above the fleets, higher than even Godzilla’s head and pulsating white eyes, the Radiance helped lead the charge for Equus’ armies.

But even then, Godzilla was the one leading them all. He gave off a second thunderous roar.

He was the one that brought forth the new light upon the Crystal Empire. Sombra could see it.

His dorsal plates were renewed, appearing slightly similar to his older spines but holding more of a majestic craft to it. More so in every which way. They pulsated a rainbow of colors. From the brightest, fiery reds to the deepest oranges. The welcoming hue of the yellows to the radiating greens. The vast and deep blues and finishing it off with the darkest purples. Yet in every vein, glowing deeper and brighter than even the blinding colors of the rainbow, a shining whiteness also glowed brightest of all upon his dorsal plates.

As was his body infected by that same hue. Pulsating veins from between his scales shimmered the same white, collapsing onto his back, neck, and portions of his body. It radiated and glowed, shimmered and pulsated. It even reached his eyes and left his glare the same haunting whiteness as his veins. As his dorsal plates.

And all Sombra could do at that moment was weakly roar. Cry to the oncoming opponent he believed was dead.

It was enough to recapture Ghidorah’s attention.

The fleet opened fire on him, the Radiance leading the onslaught and unloading a barrage of cannon fire onto the slithering hydra. The dozens of T.I.T.A.N. airships following it did the same. The many more royal airships behind them joined in the bombardment. Tempest Shadow’s fleet followed. The following bursts of light from Ghidorah’s body earned a screeching cry of shock from the beast. Before Ghidorah could retaliate, the airships dispersed.

The battleground was vast and empty.

Leaving only a withering Sombra on the sidelines and nothing else standing between Ghidorah… and Godzilla. They both saw each other. They saw nothing else. Ghidorah could hardly come to believe it while Godzilla only had one thought in mind…

Vengeance.

It was his to take, his to claim as was his rightful throne. Godzilla unleashed a third guttural, rage-filled scream and proceeded to charge with shocking speeds to his old and hated rival. He decimated anything caught between him and Ghidorah, and the Devil did the same. King Ghidorah bent low in his slithering charge, his necks like serpents, his rampaging screams unlike anything ever heard. That was the blindness of rage, of fury, seeing nothing else and wanting nothing more than to kill.

And so, they did. They charged. They clashed. They created a tremoring shock wave upon impact and proceeded to kill one another.

For the right to be called the one true king.