After the hunt and the feast, our strength was renewed. The five elders and I found a wide cave nestled into the mountainside—a high-ceilinged chamber that opened toward the sea. The stone was warm, humming faintly with the Hollow Earth's strange energy, and the air smelled of minerals and stillness.
We settled in for rest. For once, there was peace. The heavy breaths of the elders echoed softly in the cave, wings tucked, claws relaxed. I lay still, half-awake, watching the flicker of glowing moss dance across the ceiling.
Then—it came.
A roar.
Not just a roar. His roar. Kong.
It echoed through the stone and sea like a thunderclap. We all jolted up, instinct kicking in. I didn't need to speak. The others were already moving. We shot out of the cave, one by one, wings opening against the updrafts, rising into the sky.
I followed the sound, climbing through a jagged shaft that led upward—toward the light. And as we emerged from the Hollow Earth, a wind like none before slammed into us.
We were no longer underground.
We were back on the surface.
My eyes locked on the sight before us—and I froze in mid-air.
Kong. Standing. Axe in hand. Breathing heavy. Facing something immense.
And across from him, surging through the water, claws scraping across buildings and scales glowing with searing blue light—
Godzilla.
I had seen this before.
I remembered.
In my past life, I watched this moment unfold on a screen. This was it—Kong vs Godzilla, the clash that would shake the world. But this time, I was here. Flesh and fire and wings above the city, watching Titans collide.
"Stay back," I growled to the elders, and they hovered silently behind me. We weren't here to interrupt the dance of kings—not yet.
Godzilla's dorsal fins lit up with that haunting blue glow, and Kong roared again, charging with his axe raised. The air itself trembled. Skyscrapers cracked. Streets split.
And I felt it in my bones—this wasn't just a battle. It was history.
But I also remembered something else.
This fight would end... but it wouldn't be the true threat.
The real danger hadn't arrived yet.
And when it did, we—the Dragon Clan—would be ready.
I narrowed my eyes, hovering above, feeling the ancient weight of the world shift as titans met in war.
This was the turning point.