Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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The President stood slowly.

"I don't care what it takes," he said, voice iron.

"I want the Oxygen Destroyer ready. APEX, Monarch, DARPA, everyone. Spare no resource. If we don't stop this convergence, the Earth itself may fall under the rule of Titans."

And deep beneath the waves of the Pacific, Miraluz opened his golden eyes, aware, alert, and ready for what was to come.

The world had survived monster chaos before, barely.

Back then, just a few rogue Titans had left entire civilization scrambling to respond.

But now? Now, a convergence of powers was unfolding.

Male and female MUTOs had resurfaced, and the once-forgotten King, Godzilla.

In the heart of a high-tech underground command center, lined with glowing monitors and satellite feeds, the atmosphere was suffocating with anxiety.

World leaders, military officials, and scientists sat in tense silence, watching the disaster unfold in real time.

Dr. Ichiro Serizawa stood at the front of the room, his expression unreadable as he addressed the others.

"Everyone, I know this appears grim," he said, adjusting his glasses.

"The emergence of both MUTOs and the dinosaur king Miraluz is undeniably catastrophic. But the recent awakening of Godzilla might not be a curse."

Murmurs rippled across the room.

"Godzilla is not our enemy," Serizawa continued, louder now.

"He's the will of the Earth made flesh. A force of balance. He has never hunted humans for sport or territory. He acts only when the natural order is disturbed. Miraluz... and the MUTOs? They've shaken that order."

A general scoffed. "You've said this before, Doctor. But tell me, how do you know he'll fight for us this time?"

Serizawa met his gaze calmly.

"Because it is in his nature. He's done it before. And this time, his presence may be our only hope."

Though skepticism hung thick in the air, heads began to nod.

Not because they were convinced, but because they had no other options.

The world had no weapons left to fight the gods.

Maybe letting the gods fight each other was the only choice.

"Isla Nublar," muttered one official, zooming in on the Pacific satellite feed.

"It's still the stronghold of Miraluz, correct? And now... Godzilla and the MUTOs are converging on it."

"Let them tear each other apart," another said grimly.

But then an alert tone blared across the control room. A technician looked up from his console in panic. "

Sir! Requesting satellite re-confirmation of Miraluz's location, but…"

"But what?" barked the Chief.

"We've lost visibility. A massive thunderstorm system just manifested above Nublar. We're talking impossible cloud density. It came out of nowhere, almost like... it was summoned."

A collective shiver ran through the room.

"Summoned?" the Chief repeated, standing.

"You're saying Miraluz created this?"

Serizawa's face went pale.

"It's possible. Miraluz may have absorbed the nuclear energy we fired at him. That... that might've triggered an Alpha-level transformation."

"Alpha-class... like Godzilla?"

"Possibly even beyond," Serizawa whispered.

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Meanwhile , Above the Pacific Ocean

Waves churned violently as a black mass surged from the depths of the sea.

A massive dorsal spine broke the surface, followed by another, each one jagged like obsidian mountain peaks.

A deep, rumbling tremor followed.

Then came the head.

Godzilla erupted from the waves, water cascading down his rough, battle-scarred body.

Standing over 100 meters tall, with charcoal-grey skin hardened like volcanic rock, and claws sharpened by eons of combat, he was an apex predator built to endure.

His golden eyes scanned the horizon.

Far ahead, a swirling thundercloud mass towered like a mountain of rage, casting bolts of red lightning into the sea.

He could feel the presence inside. Familiar. Ancient. Kin.

A territorial challenge.

Godzilla's spines began to glow faintly, a pulsating blue light signaling agitation.

With a roar that shook the ocean floor, he charged forward, tail cutting through waves, each step creating tsunamis in his wake.

But the moment he crossed the outer edge of the thundercloud barrier,

CRACK!

A lightning bolt struck directly in front of him, but Godzilla didn't flinch. He stared into the storm with defiance.

"ROOOOAAAAAR!!!"

His challenge echoed across the heavens.

And the sky answered.

A crimson bolt slashed through the clouds, lighting up the silhouette of something massive. Wings. Scales.

A draconic body easily twice his wingspan hovered above, his form cloaked by the blood-red mist of his storm.

A voice, not a vocal one, but ancient and invasive, rang across Godzilla's mind:

"Who allowed you to trespass... on my territory?"