"Let her go you god damn son of a bitch!" Sahra cried as she tightly clung to Joe, attempting to turn her eyes away from the torment she was witnessing.
Unfortunately, her voice fell on King Ghidorah's deaf ears. Joe turned Sahra's face toward him by lightly holding her chin. While at the same time he was concerned about Kuragari and Mayonaka, he knew that saving the civilians was their top priority.
"Mayonaka and Kuragari can handle things on their own, my love. After all…they are powerful guardians of this world…our task is to save the civilians." Joe whispered gently in her ear.
"Enough people have died because of this." Donny added, shaking his head disdainfully as he thought of all the destruction that took place.
Reluctantly, the trio along with the Elias prepared to deliver the unconscious citizens from their darkest doom.
****
A light haze lingered in the air as Z stood in the Prime Minister's office, staring out across Tokyo's smoldering remains. His white hair hung loosely across his neck and shoulders as he folded his arms, awaiting Damien's return. While part of Z was satisfied that the situation was going as planned, he still wished his pet empath would have delivered Donny to him like he wanted. The dark Psychic could sense that his enemy was not with Damien---he came without any sort of reward.
Several minutes passed before the office door slowly creaked open, a young man peered through the door cautiously.
"Ah, you're back…finally." Z whispered, somewhat grudgingly while slowly turning around.
Damien opened the door uneasily and walked in. Dirt covered his face and a few areas on his clothing seemed tattered no doubt from the battle. While cringing, the empath held his arm---no doubt a wound from the battle he had just endured. Blood ran down his elbow and dripped across the floor as he leaned up against the door pane.
"Well done…except for the fact that Donny is not with you. Did you even project your pain at him like I originally wished?"
Damien did not answer, instead he painfully turned away---feeling the full affects of his injuries and the pain of having a person's death on his hands. He found it unthinkable that he fell victim to his powers so quickly, it nearly made him sick to his stomach.
"Oh come now, my little boo. Death is but another part of humanity's pathetic life. You should be proud of your awesome power---even Donny doesn't know how powerful empathy is." Z explained as he folded his arms and stared at the defeated Psychic.
"I'm not proud…I killed someone. Does that even phase you?" Damien raised his voice slightly, showing some signs of irritation.
Z put his fingers around his chin for a moment, as if to portray the idea of deep thought.
"Hmm…not really. But anyway!" he chuckled, slamming the door shut behind Damien with his mind, "You and I need some….personal time…I've been long overdue."
Damien froze in his tracks for a moment until he realized what the dark Psychic was trying to say. Uneasily, the empath backed away until he found his back hitting the door. Deep within Z's glare, Damien could see what the wretched demon craved---he lusted over the empath. In fact he could do more than see, he could actually feel the arousing emotions that Z exuded. Swiftly Z leapt over the table and stood in front of Damien sadistically.
"You know you want to surrender yourself to me…" Z whispered as he pinned Damien's arms behind him and breathed upon his neck. "An empath's weakness is other people's emotions…and I'm sure you are feeling quite conflicted about what I'm projecting right now."
Damien shivered as he felt Z's cold lips pressing against his jugular. He wasn't quite sure what was worse, feeling the intense pain from his injuries…or feeling the fear and arousal Z projected into his mind. Despite the conflict, part of Damien simply wanted his domineering leader to have his way and be done with him. The innocent battered young man never felt so defiled and disgusting in his life---especially after letting Z treat him this way sexually. He literally wished death would find him and end his misery.
"Enough games…lets get to the point." Z grabbed Damien by his sides and threw him onto the conference table violently, knocking the wind out of his already beaten body. That goes for you as well King Ghidorah…Z extended his mind, Show them your true power…
Z leapt onto the table and knelt powerfully above his squirming victim, staring down at him with a demeaning glare. The dark complexion around his eyes seemed to enhance the bloodshot red glowing from the area. The fear and arousal he projected seemed to stab at Damien's sensitive empathic nerves so potently that it nearly incapacitated him.
"Why…are you doing this? Do you not have an ounce of sympathy in your heart?" Damien uttered, hoping to derail Z from performing the unthinkable.
Z thought for a moment, folding his arms sarcastically.
"And what made you think that there's a heart in this body? Sympathy is for the weak-minded….it is a reason why humans are so pathetic. They let their feelings of passion and intuition get in the way of their raw primal emotions."
Damien cringed as he felt the cold surface of the table stinging his cuts and bruises. The pain was almost unbearable, and those sensations were things Z was fed from. He tried with all his might to resist the tempting urges that his nemesis projected---the sexual desire he could feel empathically nearly overwhelmed him.
"Please…stop." gasped Damien as he winced in utter confusion and terror.
A seductive sadistic smile formed on Z's face as he absorbed more and more of Damien's latent emotions.
"I want you to project everything at Donny….let him feel the pain you are feeling….if you don't….I'll torment you until you literally beg for death." Z whispered with a slight cackle in his voice as he grabbed Damien by the sides and ripped his pants off from his body, tossing them onto the floor like a rag.
Meanwhile, out in the hallway bordering the former Prime Minister's office, Ayden slowly paced by with fatigue blatantly showing in his eyes. Suddenly, he became startled at the sound of passionate screaming coming from the office. A male's voice cried out in complete agony along several other emotions. Ayden was no empath, but he could surely detect what emotions there were, and he preferred not to think of it. He knew that Damien was undergoing his deserved punishment; however, to Z it was merely a delicious reward.
Quickly, Ayden continued on his way down the hall, attempting to ignore the screams that struck fear even into his soul.
****
Donny's heart thumped in his chest as he continued to watch on as King Ghidorah held Mayonaka off from the ground by the wing and leg, prolonging the wolf's anguish. He could feel it…every once of pain that kaiju was experiencing seemed almost overwhelming. Every now and then Donny noticed Joe's body fading in a shimmer of light as he teleported two citizens at a time out of the area---the Elias too were flying high above, teleporting a few people at a time. After the energy draining battle with King Ghidorah's dome, all of their powers were depleted considerably---it was the main reason why the teleportation was taking so long.
At the back of Donny's mind he could hear faint cries of agony resonating across the mental plane. Every once in awhile he could see Damien's face imposed across the black abyss. Eventually, Donny began to feel the pain the empath was experiencing---slowly it began to increase. He could almost see what Damien was seeing and feeling….the utter horror nearly overwhelmed him completely.
Suddenly, the Psychic was brought out of the terrifying trance by Sahra's hand lightly touching his shoulder. Donny opened his eyes and found Sahra staring directly into them with concern in her own pupils. Lightly her hair wafted in the wind created from the battling kaiju in the background.
"What's the matter hun?" she whispered, carefully sitting Donny down onto a slat of half-destroyed concrete.
"It's Damien…I can…feel his pain and fear…."
Before Donny could explain anything further, Mayonaka's howling cry could be heard echoing across the city as King Ghidorah ripped a chunk of flesh out of the wolf's wing, tossing the piece of feathered material onto the ground. Sahra gasped as she watched her beautiful deity writhing in her enemy's grasp.
"You have no idea how many years I have waited to do this…" King Ghidorah's cackling voice rasped as he tightened his grip. "I want you to feel death before it meets you…"
With one hefty motion, King Ghidorah threw Mayonaka with all of his might. What he didn't expect though, was his mammalian enemy being caught by his most wretched foe…Mothra.
Before Mayonaka fell faintly into the city, Mothra managed to clasp her insectoid legs around the wolf's dorsal---catching her before she met the concrete and glass of several jagged buildings. To Mothra's surprise, Mayonaka was relatively light in comparison to some of the other kaiju she had carried in the past.
King Ghidorah hissed and growled as he watched his age-old nemesis carrying away his prey. At first thought he could have attacked her with his offensive weapons; however, Mothra had acted swiftly by implementing her reflective scales which provided defense for both her and Mayonaka.
Far away from the battlefield, Mothra placed Mayonaka gently in a park-like setting---knowing that the small collection of trees would be a more comfortable place than rugged wreckage. Faintly, yet with strength still in her eyes, Mayonaka stared up at Mothra with spirit.
I almost feel like I failed…the wolf whispered telepathically, trying not to irritate her wounds by actual vocal conversation.
Nonsense…one can never fail as long as they try…and you tried your hardest…and you still have fire within your protective soul. Mothra replied with assurance in her eyes as she covered the wolf with her wings---allowing her healing scales to cover her wounds.
Mayonaka took a deep breath as the scales touching her maims caused a light sting; however, they eventually completely numbed those areas. Lightly, the wolf leaned her head back and rested for a brief moment---that is until the howl of her lover alerted her attention.
Kuragari blasted his icy projecting ray several times in King Ghidorah's direction, hoping to distract him away from his mate. Despite his frigid body, the Antarctic wolf's blood boiled in his veins at the mere thought of the torture his enemy inflicted upon Mayonaka crossed his elusive mind. It was now or never…Kuragari knew that he had to protect his lover, in fact he reiterated the fact that that was more important to him than ever saving the world. Mayonaka was his world.
In a swift manner, Kuragari galloped through the wreckage before he took to the skies with his draconic wings extended mightily. The air around his body chilled all the way down to the freezing point, causing fog and vapor to form around his carapace as he flew. Eventually the entire sky right about the city seemed to be doused in a thick layer of fog---almost as if the smoky clouds above had fallen from the sky.
Secretly deep in his mind Kuragari chuckled to himself, it was his sole intent to surprise his clueless nemesis. With extreme speed, the frigid wolf dived down through the fog, his course completely concealed by his clever weather manipulating abilities.
King Ghidorah, despite Kuragari's assumption, was not foolish---he knew what his clever enemy was plotting. The massive beast flapped his wings mightily, lifting him into the air slowly while blowing the fog away from his body at the same time.
By the time Kuragari reached Ghidorah's supposed location, he was surprised to find that the golden dragon had vanished. Quickly he jerked his head back and forth and listened acutely for the flapping of King Ghidorah's wings---but to no avail, once again the dragon proved his intelligence by using his anti-gravity flight to negate the sound of his wings.
Several seconds later, Kuragari found himself slamming violently onto the concrete face first. King Ghidorah in his own witty mind decided to use the wolf's surprise attack tactic against him and slammed into Kuragari from behind.
"Clever strategy…too bad it won't work on me." Ghidorah rasped as he landed, plowing his heavy weight into the pavement below him.
Several hundred meters away, Mayonaka cringed in agony as she felt the pain her lover was enduring. She felt nothing but guilt since she could not help him---the wolf did not have the physical strength after the wounds Ghidorah had inflicted upon her. Every moment she heard her mate's cries of anguish, a piece of Mayonaka's heart seemed to die.
"Mothra…we have to help him. I can…feel his pain…Oh good Gaia…" cried the wolf as Mothra nestled her in her gossamer wings.
Mothra used her wings to prop herself up so she could see over the small buildings while on the ground. King Ghidorah towered over Kuragari who seemed to be writhing in the wreckage. The deity's heart reached out to both Mayonaka and Kuragari---she knew that it was far from easy watching a lover being mutilated by a terrible enemy. It seemed almost like a fate worse than death.
The song…Mothra whispered telepathically as she raised her eyes skyward, feeling the presence of her three beloved avatars nearby. She could not sit any longer and watch this demonic terror continue his reign…she had enough games. The world seemed to be falling into shambles in front of her very eyes and she realized that something had to be done about it.
Not far above the two kaiju, the Elias flew stationary upon their steeds while gazing down at their beloved Goddess. All three avatars could hear the voice of Mothra in their mind, calling to them for assistance---for the first time the deity called out to the callers.
"She's crying…" Lora whispered with tears in her eyes, noticing the utter desperate expression on Mothra's face as she stared upward toward them. She knew that if Mothra had tear ducts, she too would be weeping. "We have to help her…"
Moll stared deeply at her guardian as Lora placed her hands on her shoulders, for a moment the fairy of wisdom seemed to disappear into the depths of her own mind. She wondered if saving Japan was even possible at that moment…after all the things that had taken place coming out even alive seemed so undesirably hopeless. Despite that feeling Moll knew that she had to uphold the pillar of hope within the Elias Triangle. While she knew that it was her solemn duty, part of her grew so tired of trying to be hopeful during times that seemed so hopeless.
"Moll?"
Lora's voice broke Moll's concentration, and she slowly turned back toward her younger sister and Belvera who was flying farther behind them. Lora's facial expression was that of hopelessness as well, it seemed to fuel Moll's doubtful depth even more. This is something Belvera took acute notice to because she was not used to her sisters dawning defeated facades. The courageous fairy always seemed to be the skeptical one when it came to humanity, and even Mothra's ability.
"What would Mothra do if she were in our position?" she whispered as Garugaru flew next to Fairy Mothra.
Moll and Lora slowly turned their attention toward their elder sister, finding a tweak of wisdom in her voice.
"She would continue the fight…wouldn't she?"
Moll nodded as a half smile formed on her face. Lora responded with a mere nod.
"We can't give this up, my sisters. As much as I tend to despise humanity I know it is our duty to protect them no matter what costs find their way into our lives. We can't lose hope…because the people and the whole world for that matter looks to us for hope…" Belvera lectured with a hint of passion in her voice. A sapphire glow shined on the fairy's face from Mothra's multi-faceted eyes as she continued to stare at the deity.
"Wow…Belvera…" Lora commented in awe as she stared at her sister with immense surprise, she could not believe that the once stubborn self-centered Belvera was saying such things.
"Surprised?" mocked Belvera as she rolled her eyes.
"Maybe just a little." replied Lora while folding her arms and staring at her elder sister with curiosity.
"Well somebody has to keep you guys level headed when you lose your marbles---I can't be the insane one all the time. Now come on…don't we have to sing?" Belvera muttered, expressing her disdain for exercising her vocal skills.
Moll shook her head and sighed at her sister's crude jokes at the most critical of times, although she did admire them for loosening difficult moods. Confidently the fairy of wisdom stood, and raised her hands.
"MOSURA!" her voice echoed, while waiting for her sisters to prepare themselves, each of them standing.
"MOSURA!!" they all sang out harmonically, allowing their voices to stretch through the undying night around them. Fairy and Garugaru ascended higher into the midnight sky, allowing the fairies' voices to carry on the wind.
"Mosura ya Mosura
Doungan Kasakuyan
Indo muu
Rusuto uiraadoa
Hamba hambamuyan
Randa Banuradon
Tounjukanraa
Kasaku yaamnu!"
As the luminescent fairies' echoed into the depths of the bleak landscape around them, Mothra raised her eyes skyward and could feel the energy beginning to surge throughout her body. Mayonaka stared on in awe as she listened to Mothra's song echoing around her---truly a beautiful experience to say the least, she almost could feel the energy surging through her veins as well. Once again, the Elias began to sing Mothra's magnificent chorus:
"Mosura ya Mosura
Doungan Kasakuyan
Indo muu
Rusuto uiraadoa
Hamba hambamuyan
Randa Banuradon
Tounjukanraa
Kasaku yaamnu!"
As the Elias finished their lyrical beauty, all three sisters stared on benevolently as their Goddess extended her pearlescent wings toward the sky. Aqua colored beams of energy surged across Mothra's body as she could feel the mana pouring into her heart and soul. With overwhelming divinity, Mothra stared down at Mayonaka passionately while at the same time caressing the injured wolf with the tip of one of her wings.
"I promise to protect him, and preserve the love you both have for one another." the insect whispered as she fanned her wings magnificently, lifting her body off from the ground---stirring a dust storm in her wake.
As the deity swung around, the image of Kuragari and King Ghidorah violently battling was set in her mind. Her wings, which were still glowing with radiant green hued energy, carried her delicately yet swiftly across the decimated city. Loudly the insect released her battle cry, attracting the attention of both kaiju. Like a streak of lightning, Mothra darted toward the three-headed menace.
Gravity bolts danced from King Ghidorah's mouths as he desperately attempted to stop Mothra from her determined course. The sizzling blasts of energy cascaded around Mothra as she folded her wings like a hawk and spiraled through the chaotic energy---completely maneuvering out of harm's way amongst the pulsating bolts.
As Mothra continued to spiral in a steep dive, she met King Ghidorah's chest head on knocking him backward several hundred meters. Losing his balance after Mothra swooped back up into the sky, the celestial dragon toppled backwards onto a series of small buildings---completely devastating their structures.
Kuragari used Mothra's distraction to his advantage by showering the writhing demon with shards of icy crystals. While he knew the beast could resist the utmost frigid temperatures, Kuragari had every intention of making Ghidorah's life absolutely miserable. After all…he put Mayonaka through terrible agony---Kuragari partially felt the need to exact his revenge.
No sooner did King Ghidorah make an attempt at raising himself from the ground, Kuragari pounced on him with all of his weight---knocking him back down violently. Viciously, the brute continued to tear at King Ghidorah's already open wounds, forcing the demonic hydra to screech a bone-chilling cry. His necks jostled and snaked around chaotically, attempting to apprehend the attacking canine; however he failed once Mothra again joined the battle. Raucously, the great insect clasped her three pairs of sharp-clawed legs around King Ghidorah's center neck. Without any mercy, Mothra began to send potent energy charges into the beast's open wounds through her touch---causing an even more pain filled response from the flopping dragon.
The golden hue once held in King Ghidorah's scales lost their gleaming luster as concrete and buildings shattered around him as he continued to writhe under the grasp of both Kuragari and Mothra. To his dismay, King Ghidorah could feel the strength in his appendages weakening to the point where he could not even feel them.
At this point in the battle, King Ghidorah completely closed his mind until he could not even feel the effects of the outside world. All he could see around him was the black abysmal mental plane stretching out before him. In the event of his death, King Ghidorah knew that the void of the mental plane was his only solitude---for it reminded him of the depths of space he used to journey through while traveling from planet to planet. The silence….the utter voiceless impression of death seemed to exude from space….and he felt that same odd comfortableness in the mental plane.
Eventually, this absolute peace for the foul demon was disrupted by the sound of Z's mental voice from a distance calling out to him. King Ghidorah had no other choice but to listen---after all it was the only other presence that coexisted with him upon this conscious level of thought.
King Ghidorah…why have you allowed this to happen? Have you forgotten just how powerful you are? Z badgered telepathically, hoping to persuade the beast into fighting back against either Mothra or Kuragari.
King Ghidorah did not answer, he simply acknowledged the fact that Z was there.
Use your power of spiritual consumption.
King Ghidorah's attention seemed a bit more acute at the very moment Z had mentioned that newly acquired power. It worked on humans and Psychics….but could it work on fellow kaiju? Or other beings?
Yes it would. Z finished Ghidorah's thought, The power would not work on Mothra or Mayonaka…they are kaiju who are purely good…however…Kuragari is not purely good…he is more neutral---that makes him susceptible to your spiritual consumption. JUST imagine how powerful you'll be after absorbing a kaiju!
King Ghidorah thought for a second about the possibilities of his powers actually working in the manner that Z predicted. It would be the end of his consistent humiliation---the incessant defeats he had to endure.
This small spark of hope brought King Ghidorah out of the inward trance he was in. Once again, he was aware of reality and what was taking place beyond the safe bounds of his mental shielding. Before the dragon could even begin to think about attacking Kuragari, his first priority was getting Mothra out of his way. Too long had the insect poisoned his hope for victory, too long had she stood in his way of ultimate power.
All three of King Ghidorah's mouths opened in a fit of rage, releasing three concentrated blasts of gravitic energy aimed point blank at Mothra. Two of the ravaging beams tore right through one of Mothra's wings---sending chunks of glowing gossamer material raining down into the city. The other beam pelted Mothra directly in the thorax, causing a massive explosion that threw her away from King Ghidorah completely----tossing her into the city near Mayonaka.
Kuragari halted his attack as the blood-curdling cry of Mothra echoed throughout the entire metropolis---a cry that he had never heard in his entire life. For a moment Kuragari remained paralyzed until he turned back around only to find King Ghidorah's three heads snaking around his icy body. Swiftly, the dragon used his necks as whips, knocking Kuragari into the wreckage below him.
Slowly, King Ghidorah rose from his resting place with a looming evil gleaming in his eyes. As Kuragari proceeded to raise himself from the ground, he was knocked back down by a surge of energy emanating from Ghidorah's extended wings. It was almost as if some invisible force was holding him against the cold destroyed wreckage. The wolf's wings were pinned down, taking away any hope of escape.
As Kuragari turned his dark sullen eyes toward King Ghidorah who still was looming above him, the dragon's center neck lowered itself until its face was at eye level with the brute. Kuragari could feel time almost stopping as his enemy opened his snake-like mouth directly in front of his face, unfortunately the icy mammal could do nothing but adhere to the sight before him.
"What…the hell…are you doing to me?" Kuragari gasped as he felt himself growing limp.
Eventually, Kuragari could not feel his legs at all. What remained of his appendages seemed to be gleaming energy particles that began to spiral toward King Ghidorah's gaping mouth---gradually disappearing into the depths of the vile beast. Part of Kuragari feared this ability before his eyes---what was King Ghidorah consuming? There was no doubt in his mind that his spirit and physical body was being converted into pure energy.
Unfortunately, Kuragari began to panic as his lower half became the next portion of his body to be converted into pure energy. He knew that there was nothing that could be done now….his end was near….and it pained him that he would not be meeting his demise nestled in the wings of his lover. Kuragari began to fear less as he felt his body deteriorating---because he knew that he fought for what he loved and believed in.
Whimpering endlessly, Mayonaka painfully crawled in the direction of her beloved. She could feel tears gathering in her eyes as she watched on while her soul mate was being consumed by the vile planet killer. Mayonaka's muscles ached and her wounds stung while dragged herself against the jagged wreckage around her. She knew that she had to somehow get to Kuragari before he completely diminished.
"Ghidorah…stop! Take me…I'm the one who caused you so much humiliation…please…don't take Kuragari!" Mayonaka extended her paw in the direction of her lover as the remaining strength in her legs gave out---rendering her completely immobile.
"Kuragari!" she howled, flailing her wings while attempting to move.
Using what remaining strength he had, Kuragari managed to lay his head back and turn his eyes in the direction of his mate. Almost seeming completely delirious to what was happening to him, that same sparkle glistened in his eyes that Mayonaka had originally fallen in love with in the beginning. In his moment of death, Kuragari bravely stared upon his lover with compassion and adoration, assuring her that he was dying for a noble cause---for her.
"I love you…" he whispered faintly as his face de-materialized completely, transforming into pure energy.
"I…love you too…" Mayonaka barely uttered, becoming overwhelmed at the sight.
Tears drained from the deity's eyes as she watched the last particle of Kuragari's soul disappear behind King Ghidorah's closing jaws. Not only was her lover dead, but his soul was also locked within a killing machine.
Once again, Mayonaka raised her head skyward and howled at the full moon buried beneath layers of thick cloud cover. The moment Kuragari died she felt as though part of her died with him---the most important part of her---the heart. Nothing but pain filled every facet of her body, and deep down within her spirit, utter fury festered.
Mayonaka's howling caused Mothra to come back into consciousness instantly. Pain stabbed at her wings and thorax as she faced King Ghidorah's direction. In the pit of her stomach, the guardian insect could feel the pain of a thousand hearts ripping to shreds. She knew what had happened---she had failed at upholding the promise she had previously established to her dearest friend. The promise to protect Kuragari at all costs.
Suddenly as Mothra gazed on, she could see and hear Mayonaka exploding from the wreckage, growling relentlessly as she began mauling King Ghidorah's open wounds. The massive wolf's wings flailed while lunging forward, nipping at her enemy's center neck violently. Crimson ichor splashed from the deepening wounds on Ghidorah's carapace, soaking Mayonaka's fur completely.
Mothra steered her eyes away from the ongoing battle toward the burning city in the midst of the fighting. For the first time in her entire life she could not figure out why everything was happening. King Ghidorah was not only killing humans and kaiju---he was also preventing their souls from moving on. Instead the beast pleasured himself through binding them inside his vile body. There was nothing Mothra hated more than a creature that interfered with death, manipulating it in the name of self benefit..
It would be long until Kuragari's energy fed King Ghidorah's thirst for power. There was no way of knowing how destructively devastating the beast would be after that.
****
Joe clutched his heart as he knelt on the ground with tears streaming from his eyes like overflowing rivers. The death of his deity sent an unbearable pain throughout his mind, body and soul. Like Sahra's connection with Mayonaka, Joe's connection with Kuragari was equally strong. Not having the wolf's consciousness being shared in Joe's mind nearly overwhelmed the Psychic to no end---it was as worse than losing a limb.
While trying to remain as calm as she could be, Sahra wrapped her arms around Joe's waist from behind in an attempt at comforting him. She too could feel the pain of Kuragari's death---both Joe's agony as well as Mayonaka's. Sahra imagined what it would be like to lose Joe, since Kuragari was the wolven embodiment of the Psychic. Tears gathered in her eyes as images of losing her beloved flashed through her mind---until she painstakingly blocked those sensations from her agonizing mind.
Donny could not believe what had just transpired. He knew King Ghidorah was powerful, but the fear factor of the wretched kaiju increased as soon as he absorbed another potent kaiju. The empath had no other choice but to blot the emotions from his friends and the other monsters from his mind---on top of his own mental anguish, bearing the burden of theirs seemed nearly impossible.
With a disheartened glance, Donny turned his eyes up toward the Elias who seemed equally surprised.
Lora buried her face in her hands in utter horror, finding fear in the visage that had just taken place. Moll also felt the same terrifying chill although she did not allow it to phase her as potently. Belvera simply wore an angered pucker on her face as she continued to watch the battle.
"What the hell…was that!?" Belvera hollered, startling her sisters.
"Obviously, King Ghidorah has grown more powerful….and will become even more powerful now that he's absorbed Kuragari's energy." Moll explained as she turned to address her siblings uneasily.
"Do you think Mayonaka and Mothra can stop him?" Lora interjected, barely using any power in her voice.
"There's no way of knowing…"
A moment of silence separated the thoughts exchanged amongst the three sisters. Despite all of their dedicative pondering, they could not think of a solution to this ongoing dilemma.
"We need to do something for god sake!" cried Belvera, kicking Garugaru's side angrily, forcing the mechanized dragon to roar. "We can't just sit here and expect the problem to solve itself---we need to fight back!"
Lora rolled her eyes, not wanting to acknowledge Belvera's consistent desire to fight and cause destruction. Of all the times to demonstrate recklessness.
"Perhaps she's right, Lora." whispered Moll, reading her sister's thoughts and feeling her emotions.
"What!?" Lora retorted.
"Lora…we need to do something or else we are going to lose this battle---if we don't fight back we won't make a difference at all. There is only so much we can do through watching the kaiju fight the battles for us." explained Moll in a calm and collected voice, hoping that her younger loving sister would see the logic in Belvera's opinion.
"What's the sense in senselessly causing more death?" Lora commented, trying not to seem negative in the slightest.
"There has already been an insurmountable amount of death…we need to prevent anymore death from occurring." Belvera explained very cynically. Even though she was never fond of humanity, Belvera knew that this amount of pointless death seemed unwarranted.
A gust of smoke filled wind blew through Moll's delicately tied hair, causing her to cringe in the midst of the ongoing battle. There was no doubt in her mind that the situation at hand had to stop. Morality was being twisted, people were being mindlessly slaughtered, and Psychics were being either killed or captured. The fairy of wisdom could not remember a time when so much evil was happening---the thought nearly overwhelmed her.
"Shall we make our way toward Tokyo?" Belvera questioned with a flare of impatience in her voice.
"Why Tokyo!?" cried Lora, still not understanding the complexity of the plan her sister had drawn out in her mind.
"To stop Z." Moll replied as she patted Fairy on the head---alerting the steed to fly, abruptly ending the conversation.
With stealthy speed, both Fairy Mothra and Garugaru took off and darted north-westward---toward Tokyo.