Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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Isla Nublar was silent, save for the low rumble of molten earth and the distant crash of waves against its craggy shores.

The sky, once blackened by ash and split by atomic flame, slowly cleared to a scorched twilight.

The battlefield had gone quiet.

No more screaming jet engines.

No more desperate human orders echoing from half-destroyed loudspeakers.

The once-massed fleets had either retreated or been reduced to twisted metal.

Even the air trembled from the residual radiation.

Miraluz stood alone in the smoldering crater that was once the center of Isla Nublar's research complex—a hollowed-out scar in the jungle, glassed over by atomic heat.

He exhaled heavily. It wasn't just breath—it was pressure release.

Steam hissed from his dorsal scales.

With it came the end of his transformation.

The burning crimson glow from his scales gradually dimmed, fading from their volcanic brilliance to a more natural while with faint glowing veins of magma-golden pulsing underneath.

His Red Lotus form was not something to wield lightly.

The power it brought was immense, capable of leveling entire cities in minutes.

But it also pushed him dangerously close to meltdown.

Even now, he could feel the toll it took on his core..

Based on the movies, Godzilla enters Red Lotus form in Boston, 2019.

However, unlike Godzilla, who needed Mothra's sacrifice to stabilize, he had internal fail-safes—due to enhanced physiology.

Back on the ground, he remained still, smoke rising from between his armored scales.

His body had changed. Larger. Stronger.

The excess nuclear radiation had altered him—not just in energy output, but physically.

He towered even higher now, his frame more massive than before.

He felt it in every step, the slight shift in the center of gravity, the increased pressure of gravity under his bulk.

From head to tail, he now stretched over 160 meters.

His height had reached 80 meters.

His mass easily exceeded 80,000 metric tons.

The Earth trembled beneath him, even as he stood still.

And yet, none of that concerned him more than what he felt deep inside.

His nuclear core—the atomic furnace that served as his heart—had changed.

'So this is what lies beyond the limit.'

The energy flows faster now. Cleaner. Less waste.

The reactor organ… it's no longer merely fission.

'Fusion… it's beginning.'

For Titans like Miraluz or Godzilla, the breath attack—atomic breath—came from their biological nuclear reactor.

The atomic reactor core would trigger nuclear fission, releasing neutron bursts that catalyzed the build-up of energy.

That energy then traveled through specially adapted biological channels to a synthesizing chamber near the throat, where it was expelled as a focused radioactive beam.

But fission was crude. Limited.

It generated immense heat and radiation, yes—but it was a first-gen weapon.

Fusion… was different.

Fusion meant clean power. Greater output. No limits.

It was what the sun did every moment—burning with the intensity of a billion nuclear bombs every second.

If Miraluz could harness that…

'Then I will surpass even him…'

[POV Shift – Monarch Remote Observation Team, Offshore]

"Jesus Christ…" whispered Lt. Hale, binoculars shaking in his hand.

"He's… he's still standing."

"He's alive," muttered Dr. Arata, mouth dry.

"Not just alive."

The thermal cameras showed red-hot readings still pulsing from Miraluz's core, but steadily cooling.

His scales—longer now, more jagged—crackled with residual radiation.

"He's evolving," said Arata, almost in awe.

"This wasn't just a defensive overdrive. It was used as a catalyst."

One of the junior analysts stammered,

"W-We should call Serizawa. Or retreat."

"Retreat to where?" Hale growled.

"There's no safe distance if he decides to come for us."

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"CRASH! CRASH!"

The ocean churned with fury as towering heads breached the surface, monstrous silhouettes breaking the thunderous waves.

The surviving members of the Jurassic Alliance emerged from the depths, their silver-scaled hides glistening under the charged sky.

Shaken but alive.

They had escaped the blast radius just in time.

Far behind them, Isla Nublar smoldered, half-consumed by radioactive hellfire.

A multi-million-ton nuclear warhead had detonated with a thunderous roar that echoed across the Pacific, leaving behind a column of sickly green clouds twisting into the heavens.

A wound carved into the Earth itself.

Yet at the heart of it all… Miraluz still stood.

No, he floated—levitated by sheer will and power, his wings spanning across the skies above the island.

What should have been his funeral pyre had become his crucible.

His form had changed.

Larger. Sharper. Charged with radiant power.

Each scale now shimmered with a silver-white sheen, humming with internal energy like superheated steel.

Where there had once been the silent grace of an apex predator, now there was a force of nature made flesh.

The others stared in awe.

"It's true..." whispered one of the new hybrids, her voice trembling,

"He really is the Dragon God."

Around her, the others nodded.

Reverent. Humbled. Afraid.

Miraluz had survived the impossible—and thrived.

From where he hovered above the blackened core of Isla Nublar, he slowly exhaled, letting out a breath laced with ionized steam and crackling arcs of blue lightning.

The air vibrated around him. Above, the clouds spiraled inward.