Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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Even from miles away, Miraluz's sharp eyes caught the unmistakable logo on the sides of the incoming tiltrotor aircrafts—Monarch.

"So, they've come."

He had almost forgot that Monarch maintained an outpost on Skull Island.

But it seemed they were no longer content with observation.

They were coming for him.

They would regret it.

A cold sneer curled across his lips.

"I will send you off myself"

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"Target located—wait, what the hell?! When did Miraluz get this big?"

"That's not just a monster... that's a Titan! A full-blown Titan!"

"Engage! Engage! Open fire—crossfire pattern!"

Panic bled through the comms of the five Osprey pilots as they caught sight of Miraluz, his colossal form casting an enormous shadow over the jungle below.

He had grown again.

Alan was the only one who didn't freeze.

With years of combat training, he barked his orders with calm urgency.

"Maintain formation! Lock on target! Weapons free!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

Rotary cannons roared.

The Ospreys unleashed a barrage of high-velocity rounds, the chambers spinning like furious turbines, vomiting streams of blazing lead across the sky.

But the bullets may as well have been spitballs.

Miraluz's armored scales—an evolved organic alloy of bone, muscle, and bioelectric plating—shrugged off the onslaught like a man brushing away dust.

The rounds sparked harmlessly off his hide and clattered into the jungle below.

SWOOSH!

With one mighty beat of his wings, he surged forward.

The air cracked like thunder as his massive form blurred toward the Osprey formation.

His wingbeats created shockwaves that split treetops and shook the earth.

"Skull Island is mine", he thought grimly.

"No one builds a base beside my lair and lives."

"Break formation! Retreat—NOW!"

Alan's voice cracked through the comms as Miraluz closed the gap faster than anyone thought possible.

Even expecting an attack, the sheer speed and presence of the Titan shook them to their core.

The Ospreys banked hard, thrusters tilting, engines straining as they turned tail and sprinted toward the outpost at max speed.

Boom-boom-boom!

The sky echoed with sonic booms—Miraluz was flying faster than any natural creature had a right to.

Not just Mach 1. Not Mach 2.

Mach 3.

The wind screamed around him, a halo of vapor encircling his form as he punched through the sky like a living missile.

His size defied logic—he was too massive to move that fast.

But he did.

He caught up to the slowest of the Ospreys in just seconds.

The pilots barely had time to scream before a massive claw reached out like a closing bear trap.

The aircraft was no match. Miraluz grabbed it mid-air like a toy, the rotorcraft thrashing uselessly in his grasp.

CRUNCH.

His fingers closed.

The fuselage crumpled like an aluminum can.

Before the debris could fall, Miraluz turned sharply and hurled the twisted wreckage like a fastball at the next closest rotorcraft.

BOOM!

A brilliant fireball lit the sky as the second Osprey was obliterated by the impact.

Shrapnel and flaming debris rained down on the jungle canopy.

"Command, this is Alan! Osprey 3 and 4 have collided and gone down!"

"Osprey 2 is hit—we're going down!"

"Osprey 5... we've lost contact!"

Chaos filled the airwaves. The formation was gone.

But Miraluz wasn't finished.

Using the momentum from his throw, he twisted in the air, eyes glowing with a faint golden sheen.

Static gathered along his wings.

He unleashed a concentrated short-range electromagnetic pulse, targeted and precise.

One of the remaining Ospreys' engines sputtered violently, overwhelmed by the sudden surge.

It spiraled, its rotors malfunctioning, before slamming into the side of a cliff with a deafening explosion.

Only one Osprey remained—Alan's.

His face was pale, knuckles white on the stick, heart pounding in his chest.

Miraluz was relentless. Faster than anything they'd anticipated.

Smarter. Stronger. A predator, not a dumb beast.

He knew this was no ordinary Titan.

Alan gunned the engines and dove into a thick cloudbank, trying to break line-of-sight.

He flipped switches, launched flares and countermeasures, anything to confuse Miraluz's senses.

But Miraluz didn't need sight.

He could feel Alan's presence.

Miraluz narrowed his eyes, wings tucked close as he dove after the last remaining aircraft.

Air resistance burned across his armored hide, but he didn't slow.

He was focused, calculating.

And this hunt wasn't over.

He wanted to send a message.

Skull Island was his.

Fortunately for Alan, the Skull Island outpost came into view through the dense mist ahead.

It was perched like a fortress on the cliffs, surrounded by defense arrays.

At the front lines, three massive magnesium ray turrets stood ready, primed and charged for war.

He sighed with relief.

"If I can just make it another few seconds..."

"Tear!"

Before he could finish the thought, a blinding golden bolt of lightning cracked across the sky like divine judgment.

It streaked through the air with impossible speed and slammed directly into Osprey 1—his aircraft.

BOOM!

The rotorcraft erupted in a thunderous explosion mid-flight.

The shockwave rolled through the valley, scattering shrapnel and flame into the sky like metallic confetti.

There was no time for ejector seats or last words.

Alan was gone.

Miraluz, still in pursuit, slowed mid-air and hovered over the wreckage, his sharp eyes scanning ahead.

And then he saw it.

The Skull Island Outpost.

Three towering magnesium ray turrets loomed like sentinels at the ridge.

And in that moment, he understood.

They were never running. They were luring him in.

It was a coordinated ambush.

"Fire!" came the shout from within the outpost bunker.

The soldiers that once been part of Monarch but defected to form this defense initiative—were now furious.

Every pilot they had sent was dead, their sacrifice real.

Now it was time to strike back.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The turrets roared to life.

White-hot beams of compressed energy burst from the muzzles like wrathful sunbeams, racing across the sky.

The beams burned with a blinding magnesium glare, slicing through clouds and scorching air.

He didn't evade.

He braced himself mid-air and let the beams hit him head-on.

Each beam struck directly against his massive, outstretched dragon wings, designed by evolution not only for flight, but as defensive shielding.

His wings flared open like a barrier, absorbing the full blast of the magnesium rays.

Shockwaves burst out from the impact.