Seeing that, Ghidorah quickly turned back to the draconequus still wrapped around his necks. Having the absolute worst attempt at a brave face, instead performing an about face, Discord gave a nervous chuckle. Ghidorah snarled, cackling as all three heads reared down and sank their fangs into a piece of Discord’s body and tore himself free.

Achieving that, Ghidorah actually tore Discord apart, flinging his body parts to and fro. To his continued surprise, however, Ghidorah watched as the pieces came together and reforged the draconequus. Only, he was not entirely ready to fight. He struggled momentarily on the ground, finding his footing, his strength, whatever was needed to face Ghidorah once more.

The King of Terror had tasted this chaotic power once before. Now, he had seen it with his own eyes. The draconequus would not experience a natural death like the other creatures. Almost as if he was beyond the realm of life and death. Having had but a taste of Discord’s chaotic power, Ghidorah now craved for more. For all of it.

So, just before Discord could fully rise, Ghidorah slammed his feet onto the Spirit of Chaos’ back. He slithered around the draconequus’ body, reared down and drove his teeth into Discord’s neck, absorbing as much of the chaos as he could. Discord’s howls of pain filled the Crystal Empire with turmoil and terror, all of which stemmed from the Golden Demise forcing his dominance upon him. His long, golden necks now were filled with the flowing forces of pure chaos magic, and he didn’t stop. He drank and drank his fill until he there would be nothing left in his victim.

Discord’s eyes popped open at the realization, at the sheer nightmare of a reality if Ghidorah managed to devour his chaos magic fully. The power to reshape reality, amplified by the will and evil of King Ghidorah, could spell certain catastrophe on a cosmic scale. Their galaxy, every galaxy, their entire universe and even beyond… nowhere would be safe from Ghidorah’s reach. Nothing would remain sacred. He could have it all…

Discord’s terror stemmed from that, and the fact that only he was able to understand that simply amplified his dread. But he wasn’t alone.

Someone else understood.

And fighting through the pain, through the fires, through the death that tried to consume her, Mothra tore through the storm and struck the back of Ghidorah.

The sudden attack took the tyrant by surprise, Ghidorah screeching as he was torn from his feet and throttled to the earth directly over Discord. As for the draconequus, he fell and rolled flat on his back, weakly gazing to the skies as unconsciousness slowly began to devour him. But before he went, he lazily turned to his lion paw, snapping his fingers and returning to normal size.

He snickered. Not all of his chaos magic was stolen. At least Ghidorah failed in that aspect.