Godzilla awoke after being knocked unconscious from the fall. He was really starting to hate this place. Rising to his feet, he surveyed the area around him. The scene before him was familiar and yet strange at the same time. It was a city, ruined and on fire, not too different from what would normally be left in the wake of one of his rampages. There was just one small problem: he didn't do any of this. The fires that burned the buildings gave off an unnatural smell, and the city looked like it had been abandoned for some time. Godzilla continued to look around, his gaze falling upon every inch of the city and the surrounding scenery. The sky glowed a bright orange, almost as if someone had lit it on fire. Strewn throughout the ruined streets were the charred corpse of people, their burnt faces twisted into macabre masks of horror and agony. Godzilla couldn't help but feel sorrow for the poor souls. No one deserved to have this done to them. Even during his rampages, he tried to go slow enough to give the humans time to flee.

A loud screech pierced the air, interrupting Godzilla's thoughts. Hearing the beats of gigantic wings, he looked to the sky, ready for a fight, for anything that would take his attention away from the tragic scene before him. What he saw shocked him, however. It was Rodan! But that was impossible. Rodan had been left on the Monster Islands with Anguirus and the others when Godzilla had gone to face SpaceGodzilla. Why was Rodan here? What could've brought Rodan here? How had one of his closest friends managed to come to this forsaken place? Had he come to help Godzilla? Godzilla's mind race to find any answer to these questions. It seemed fate had other ideas though. Without warning, Rodan dived out of the sky, aiming himself directly for Godzilla. Godzilla could only let out a roar of surprise as the winged monster rushed towards him with killing intent. Why was Rodan attacking? Yes, he and Godzilla had gotten off to a bad start, but that was so long ago. Ever since, they had always been allies.

As Rodan drew closer, Godzilla could see that this wasn't his trusted friend. Roda's eyes burned with an unholy, yellow light, and as the mutated pteranodon swooped in, Godzilla could tell that his shrieks were distorted as well. No, this wasn't Rodan, but another demon masquerading as him. Godzilla's shock turned to rage. How dare that thing use the image of his friend to attack him! He would teach it that such actions had dire consequences. The Demonic Rodan flew at Godzilla, it's great wings whipping up dust and fire with each flap. It was as if the impostor was trying to use the wind to burn Godzilla before it swooped in for the kill. Godzilla growled at the demonic impersonation. It would show this impostor the true meaning of fire and pain.

Just as the Demonic Rodan came with a few yards of the Monster King, Godzilla let loose a blast of atomic radiation. The beam missed it's target, however, when the devilish pteranodon swerved out of the way. It seemed that this hellish copy was just as fast and agile as the real Rodan. That was fine, Godzilla thought. He knew his friends as well as they knew him. More importantly, he knew that what Rodan had in speed, the mutated pteranodon lacked in endurance and durability. As the Demonic Rodan banked a hard right and came in for another attack, Godzilla waited. Patience was always the key when fighting opponents faster than him. Sooner or later, it would make a mistake. And one mistake was all Godzilla needed to turn any battle in his favor. Fake Rodan swooped back down, screeching with hateful fury. It was so consumed with rage that it failed to notice that Godzilla attempting to dodge or even move. It surged forward, picking up speed as it went, going faster and faster until it had fully committed to its momentum. And that was its first and last mistake.

As soon as the demonic pteranodon was close enough, Godzilla lashed out with his tail, clubbing the copy to the ground. As the hellish version of Rodan attempted to rise, Godzilla's tail came down again and again, pummeling the demon into the ground. Godzilla finally stopped and turned to look at his handiwork. The demon's chest and sternum were completely caved in. Broken ribs stuck out of flesh at unnatural angles, and the choking sound emitting from the Demon Rodan's beak indicated that its lungs were not only collapsed, but also pierced by its ribs. If it weren't for the occasional twitch of life, one would think that the demon was completely dead. Godzilla walked away from the soon to be corpse. It was time to continue his journey, and hopefully find some way out of this place.

As if in response to Godzilla's wishes, a large section of a burning wall opened up in front of him. Cold winds blasted through the opening, and while Godzilla was suspicious, he knew that he had no choice. It was either stay here or go through this new gateway and where it led. With a goal in mind, Godzilla entered the opening and found himself in a vastly different landscape. Whereas before he had been in a land on fire, this new area was entirely coated in ice. Strange shapes and the gutted wrecks of old ships could be seen inside of the massive icebergs that dotted the land, almost as if they had been imprisoned in the ice. And the cold! It was almost unbearable! Godzilla had experienced the cold many times before. Living at the bottom of the ocean for half of his life, combined with his durability and healing factor, gave an incredible tolerance for it, but this was a different kind of cold. It was as if the icy winds pierced through his flesh and bones, and instead penetrated his very soul. Godzilla found himself almost wishing that he had stayed in the burning city. As Godzilla trekked through the frozen wasteland, something caught his eye. From a distance, it looked like another one of the iceberg prisons, but as Godzilla got closer, he could make out a familiar shape trapped inside of it. As he approached it, his eyes widened. It couldn't be. There was no possible way that he could be down here. Not him.

Trapped in the ice was Godzilla's best friend and most trusted ally, Anguirus.

Godzilla could only stare at the frozen corpse of his best friend. Why would someone do this to Anguirus? He had never done anything terrible to anyone. He was such as loyal friend, always at Godzilla's side whenever the King charged into battle. Godzilla crouched down next to the iceberg that held Anguirus, placing a clawed hand on it. There had to be some way to get his friend out of there. Anguirus deserved better than this. Godzilla was just beginning to look around for anything that might free Anguirus when a crackling sound caught his attention. Turning to look at the ice, he saw that it was starting to crack, and that Anguirus was starting to move. Godzilla stepped back, amazed at what he was bearing witness to. Was Anguirus still alive? Godzilla silently cheered his friend on. If anyone could find the determination to break free, it was Anguirus.

The cracks in the iceberg grew in size, and Anguirus continued to shift and move and buck until finally, the icy prison shattered. Godzilla took a step forward, ready to help his friend when Anguirus opened his eyes. Godzilla felt his joy turn to shock then rage. Anguirus' eyes were the same unholy yellow as the Demon Rodan's, and his roar was similarly distorted. Godzilla snarled in rage. He had been tricked again! And to add insult to injury, they had used the likeness of his best friend to do so.

The two beasts circled each other, both of them growling and snapping at each other. Godzilla felt confident that he could take this demon, especially since it was in the guise of his closest ally. He may not have fought Anguirus for a long time, but he knew what the giant ankylosaurus could do. Godzilla moved in to strike, but the demonic impostor was quicker. The devilish Anguirus lunged at Godzilla, knocking the Monster King to the ground. Before Godzilla could throw the demon off him, it locked its jaws onto his wrist, sharp fangs digging into it. Godzilla roared in pain and rage. He started to vigorously shake his arm, but like the real Anguirus, the imposter had a bite like a vice. Godzilla began punching the side of the demon's head, each blow strong enough to level a 10 story building. But the demonic Anguirus refused to relinquish its grip. Godzilla roared in frustration. He gripped the lower jaw with his free hand and began to pull. Slowly but surely, the demonic Anguirus' grip loosened, and Godzilla was able to pull his hand free. Godzilla grabbed the impostor's jaws and forced them shut. The demonic Anguirus thrashed and pulled, but Godzilla kept a firm grip. With all his might, Godzilla flung the impostor over his shoulder, sending the demon flying into a wall of ice. Cracks formed in the ice around the area of impact. The demon struggled to its feet, only to have Godzilla's foot stomp it back into the ground. Godzilla continued to stomp on the prone impostor, intent on making it pay for desecrating the image of his best friend. So consumed with rage was Godzilla, that he failed to notice the cracks in the growing larger and spreading further with each blow.

Finally, the ice could take no more. As Godzilla brought his foot down for a final stomp, the icy wall gave way, flooding the arena with a massive wave of water. Godzilla stumbled back from the sheer force of the wave, which also carried away the prone corpse of the Anguirus Demon. That was the least of Godzilla's concerns, however. As he looked around, Godzilla knew that he had opened up another gateway to yet another area of this strange place. And once again, the only choice he had was to go through and see what horrors awaited him. Reluctantly, Godzilla crossed the threshold, leaving behind the frozen wasteland.

The first thing that caught Godzilla's attention was the water. An ocean spread out before him, with only small islands poking out of the water. Wrecks of ancients ships marred these islands, and the occasional broken mast poked out of the sea where it was shallow enough. A storm was raging here as well, whipping up strong winds and blinding sheets of rain, as lightning flashed across the sky. The only comfort Godzilla could take in any of this was the water, and it only provided a modicum of familiarity. With trepidation, he stepped into the deluge, and began to make his way into deeper water.

As Godzilla trudged through the water, he noticed something was swimming his way. Whatever it was, it was completely submerged, and the Monster King could only make out a large shadow beneath the surface. Godzilla snarled and braced himself; nothing else in this forsaken place had proven friendly, why should it start now? As the thing approached, it began to breach the surface. A reptilian head rose from the surf, spines trailing from the top of its head. It had the same glowing yellow eyes the last two demons had, and its roar was just as distorted. To top it off, these features were attached to yet another face that Godzilla knew.

It was the face of Varan.

Godzilla snarled at the impostor. He would not be caught off guard again. The devilish apparition surged towards him, roaring in a tone that was both Varan's and not Varan's. Godzilla roared in return. He didn't have time for this. He may not have known Varan as well as he did Anguirus and Rodan, but he knew one thing about the triphibian kaiju.

He knew that Varan didn't have any means of attacking from range.

Godzilla's dorsal plates flared a bright blue, and before the demonic Varan could stop or alter his course, the Monster King let out a blast of atomic energy. The blue flames crashed into the demon, sending it crashing back beneath the waves. The hellish apparition gave a single screech of pain, then darted off in the opposite direction. Godzilla was stunned. He knew that Varan was not the strongest of kaiju, but the triphibian beast never retreated from a fight. The demon assuming his form, on the other hand, clearly lacked Varan's courage. But could that really have been it? Despite wanting to, Godzilla didn't believe so. There had to have been another reason why the demonic Varan would leave after only one blast of his atomic breath.

Godzilla did not have long to ponder. From nowhere, a blinding ball of burning energy appeared in the sky. Godzilla roared in pain, shielding his eyes. He couldn't stand the sheer amount of light that was radiating from the sphere. But he also couldn't afford to be caught off guard. Though it hurt, he forced himself to look at the blinding sphere. Seconds passed, and Godzilla felt as if his eyes would be burnt out of their sockets. Just as he could stand no more, the light dimmed. Godzilla looked at it, and saw that it was changing. Or rather, something was emerging from it. Godzilla looked on, the ball warping and shifting. Three draconic heads emerged from the light, each one situated upon a long neck. Two large wings erupted from its back, each creating hurricane force winds. Two tails thrashed in malicious anticipation. And six red eyes glared down at the monster king, hatred burning in each one. Godzilla took a step back, shock and rage playing across his features. Before him was his greatest foe, the one enemy he hated above all the others. More than Gigan, more than SpaceGodzilla, even more than Destoroyah.

Godzilla glared back at King Ghidorah, ready to fight his archenemy once again.

Godzilla knew that it was not the real Ghidorah, just another demonic duplicate. But the mere image of the King of Terror was enough to send Godzilla into a rage. He charged the double, intent on ripping it to shreds with his fangs and claws.

He didn't make it more than a few feet before Demon Ghidorah opened fire.

Strands of golden lightning leapt from the hydra's maws, each lancing into Godzilla's hide. Godzilla roared in pain and stumbled back. He had let his rage blind him. As the Monster King tried to right himself, another onslaught of gravity beams struck him. Demon Ghidorah was relentless, shooting off gravity beams in Godzilla's direction. Godzilla couldn't even mount a counterattack. He was too concerned with dodging the bolts of energy. Just when Godzilla thought his situation couldn't possibly get any worse, a massive roar came from behind him. The king spared a glance, his eyes widening when he saw frightening noise.

Somehow, either because of Ghidorah's gravity bolts or through an incredible amount of bad luck, a massive whirlpool had emerged behind Godzilla. The Monster King was now stuck between a rock and a hard place. If he tried to stay and fight, he would die. But at the same time, he had no idea where the maelstrom would lead. Would it bring him to salvation or just more horrors? But as Demon Ghidorah's gravity beams continued to rake Godzilla's flesh, the atomic leviathan knew that, for the third time, he had only one choice.

To survive, he would have to take the plunge.

Though it flew in the face of every primal instinct he had, Godzilla dove into the whirlpool, desperate to escape the onslaught. The current dragged him down, away from Demon Ghidorah and into the unknown. Godzilla could hear the hateful hydra's cackles and screeches, and knew that this was not over yet. For now, he focused on where the whirlpool would deposit him, and what new horrors would await him once he arrived there.