The tremendous force of the warhead's explosion engulfed the entire sunken city in an expanding field of light and fire that obliterated everything in its path. Even though the MONARCH submarine was far from the Hollow Earth, the vast aftershock pushed it to move much faster than expected. Tyrion held his right hand on Bronn's left arm to endure the turbulence, Samwell and Davos gripped tightly onto their chairs, whilst Rick placed a hand on the shoulder of the weeping Draennar. Within seconds, the submarine leaped over the surface of the Narrow Sea like a breaching whale before it slammed back down to the water. Yara and her crew were surprised by its abrupt appearance and commanded her ship to approach.

Everyone inside the submarine was dazed by the crash, though they remained on their chairs and in one piece. Draennar knew he needed to put aside his grief, for a more paramount matter was at stake.

"Send a distress signal to the Argo."

Rick heeded to Draennar's words by pressing a yellow button on the control panel. With the signal sent, all six of them walked away from their seats towards the ladder that led them to the submarine's hatch. They could feel the drizzling weather shower water over them timidly when the hatch was opened, but it did not stop them from climbing the ladder and making their stand on the somewhat slippery deck. Davos returned the waves of Yara and the Ironborn whilst Draennar scoured the horizon with a binocular he picked up in the submarine. Through his enhanced vision, he picked up downpour from the clouds and most prominently, a pall of steam that was slowly rising from the sea.

"I see something!"

Everyone listened to what Draennar just said and they all too noticed the escalating steam, along with a great whirlpool that was gradually manifesting with flickers of blue flashes that originated from the depths. The glow of the flashes grew brighter with every second and a rumbling noise could be heard coming from the whirlpool. Unlike the submarine's crew, Yara and the Ironborn were not entirely certain on what to make of the phenomenon. However, their doubt died when they bore witness to what emerged before them.

Three massive rows of dorsal spikes pulsing with humming blue light rose from the sea, followed by a gargantuan body of dark and coarse scales. The Ironborn stood with their jaws wide open, mesmerized as the creature slowly took a more upright posture. For thousands of years, their people worshipped a god who held dominion over all waters of the known world. Yara and her people were befuddled to know that the Drowned God was more of a beast than a man. When His eyes started to glow with the same blue color of His dorsal spikes, they knew that He was no ordinary beast. When He heard that the rhythm of the humming grew more erratic, He reared His head up to the sky before opening His jaws and…

"SHKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-Oooonghhhh…"

A pillar of blue atomic fire erupted from His mouth with a thunderous roar, turning the clouded horizon bright as daybreak. This was His message to tell the known world that Godzilla, the God Incarnate, had returned. When the light dissipated, He exhaled a breath of relief, only to be followed by a growl of aggravation that was directed at the submarine.

Draennar and the others could feel a surge of fear racing through their hair and skin. They could almost feel the glare from Godzilla's amber eyes piercing right into their souls. Judgment was upon them as the Titan lumbered His way to the submarine before He bent his torso forward to gain a closer view of the humans.

"No sudden movements!" shouted Draennar. Rick and the Westerosi did their best in following Draennar's advice, stiffening their breaths and muscles in the grace of a living god. Warm air wafted from Godzilla's nostrils as He took consideration of the smaller entities. They were indeed responsible for the destruction of the place that served as His home for thousands of years, but the destruction was a necessity so that He could recuperate from His defeat. Some of the humans also held a scent that was both new and familiar to Him, a scent that He gained from the one that came to Him not long ago.

Fear slowly abandoned Draennar when he looked into Godzilla's eyes. From their shape and movements, he could tell that the Titan was unlike any other non-human animals that he encountered. Some of His actions may have been driven by instincts, but there were also signs of reasoning and human-like sentience. Perhaps Ishiro was right about the Titans being more intelligent than expected. He also had his ears focused on Godzilla's vocalizations, with tunes softer than the ones he used to hear.

"CREEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The screech diverted Godzilla's attention, prompting Him to look up to the clouds and witnessed Mothra soaring down from them with a leisure speed. She then stabilized Herself by flapping Her vibrant wings and hovered before the one true Alpha. Rumbles and chitters harmonized into an ethereal melody as the two Titans soothingly touched foreheads with eyes closed.

"Somehow, the union between a lizard and a moth is a lot healthier than those of any monarch I lived through," Bronn whispered.

"I couldn't agree more Lord Bronn," replied Samwell. Draennar managed to put up a smile as a sensation of warmth pumped his heart. Perhaps it was a sign of things yet to come.

When Godzilla and Mothra broke apart, the latter took off and soared until the southern clouds covered Her trails. Godzilla growled when he sensed disparity in the air, and knew what needed to be done. He turned His back to the submarine and the Iron Fleet before diving down to the sea, creating a massive splash with His tail before swimming to the North.

The submarine's crew soon heard a humming noise from the West and exhaled with relief to see the Argo looming in from the horizon.

Draennar and Rick led the Small Council to the Argo's bridge where Diane, Sam, and Tycho were waiting for them. Sam grinned at his colleagues' return, only to frown when he noticed that they were one person short.

"Wait, where is…"

"We need to make sure that his sacrifice is not for nothing," answered Draennar immediately while handing his mentor's journal to the befuddled Sam.

"Sam, status report," Rick insisted.

"Well, you're not going to believe this."

Sam picked up a remote from his pocket and pressed a button that revealed live footage of Titans still awake, but their actions were much more docile than before.

"Minutes before we got your signal, the Titans somehow decided to discontinue their attacks and continued to ignore any human or human settlements in their vicinity."

"But why the sudden change from the monsters that they were?" probed Tyrion. "Surely that's not in tune with Ghidorah's nature and Godzilla is still not the official Alpha."

The Hand of the King's words struck an idea on Draennar's mind, for there was one thing that could interfere with Ghidorah's commands.

"The ORCA." Everyone blinked at his guess. "It's the only thing that can overrule Ghidorah's commands."

"But that doesn't add up,' debated Diane. "Gianna said that she intends to use the ORCA to make humans worship the Titans"

"She must have realized her errors." Davos speculated.

"Or, maybe it's not her."

Initially, Draennar was jumbled by Tycho's statement. But hope flooded his mind and heart upon realizing what he was suggesting.

"Harper." The Small Council and the MONARCH personnel beamed when Draennar mentioned her name.

"She must have taken the ORCA against her mother's wishes and used it to stop the Titans' rampage," Samwell theorized.

"Now that's a lass who truly belongs with you lad," added Bronn as he patted Draennar on the back.

"So if we get to her, we get to the ORCA as well." Tyrion's statement earned him a handshake from Bronn.

"But how are we going to do that?" Diane questioned. Draennar then turned to Rick who was just as curious.

"You recorded the ORCA's acoustics right?"

"Drae, I record every unusual sound I hear."

"And that's how we'll find her."

Rick quickly sat on his computer as he typed on his computer and replaced the Titans' footage on the main screen with the footage of a flat blue line. When Rick pressed the space bar, the line fluctuated with a deep bellow.

"That's the noise that the ORCA emitted when Gianna woke Ghidorah up," commented Sam.

"Okay Rick, bring up Godzilla's infrasound."

At Draennar's behest, another flat line of dark blue color appeared above the ORCA's, which fluctuated with a bellow that was deeper than the former.

"Good, now the human infrasound."

Appearing next to Godzilla's line was another with a light blue color and a bellow that was much softer than the previous two.

"That's our infrasound?" asked Bronn with a dissatisfied. "A bit weaker than expected."

"Now merge them both."

When both lines fused, their color and sound matched exactly those of the ORCA.

"They're the same!" exclaimed Davos.

"Exactly!" Draennar replied with the same enthusiasm. "Gianna must have combined Godzilla's infrasound with that of a human's since the latter is another apex predator. With this, we can trace the ORCA's signal and pinpoint Harper's last-known location."

"Sounds like a plan," added Tyrion.

"Since our task is now finding your girlfriend, what will become of Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys?"

"Godzilla will reclaim his rightful place as king." Draennar's answer was quite expected for Bronn. "And we will help him in restoring balance."

"Uhh guys," Rick chimed in. "Sorry to interrupt the dramatic and defining moment, but I managed to trace the ORCA's signal and…"

Instead of finishing his sentence, Rick patched up something on the main screen, something that instilled anxiety and terror in everyone's faces.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"And what are you planning now?"

Gianna was occupied in equipping one of the stable's horses with a saddle, temporarily ignoring Alexander's question and the group of armed soldiers that were flanking him.

"I'm getting my daughter back, or at least die trying."

"The known world is dying Gia. You said that you wished to heal it and lead its survivors to the right path. And now you're jeopardizing everything you strived for because Harper ran off."

"She has the ORCA and once it's…"

"The ORCA is merely a means to an end. Humans are not qualified to bend the laws of nature," Alexander declared. "Surely you remember that."

Gianna grew irritant about her former colleague's chagrin that she decided to draw the gun she had in her pocket, only to meet resistance of more guns and an unamused Alexander.

"I've lost someone important to me a long time ago, and I'm not losing another."

Alexander remained stoic at Gianna's assertion, but also mildly impressed by her refusal to remain by his side.

"Stand down," was his command. "Our work is already complete."