Chapter 15

To Live in a World Full of Destruction

It took about two weeks to clear the rubble from the fallen Atragon, and Ghidorah had been flying around the world, destroying countless cities, towns, and murdering an infinite number of people. Almost all of Egypt was burning; a large piece of Germany was destroyed; half of Africa was devastated; Japan was almost a memory of what it once was; and a quarter of America had been leveled. Where were the other monsters? Why weren't there Titans trying to stop Ghidorah? Where was Godzilla?

The sky was filled with clouds, and had just begun to slightly snow when Dr. Owens and Lennox came in by rental car. They had flown here once they heard what happened, and Remington looked out the car window to see what remained of Seattle. They had to stop when they reached the middle of the city because of the amount of rubble, and they walked through the remnants towards the Gotengo.

The scientists found the crew members trying their best to fix the machine as much as they could, and construction workers helped to clear the debris. Kaspar stood atop the wreckage, hat in his hand, skulking in his failure.

"Sir?" Frederick started. " . . . You called us here?"

The boss stared at the ground in silence.

" . . . Are you alright, Mr. Atragon?" Remington asked.

" . . . I have failed," Kaspar finally responded, still looking at the ground. " . . . The people will be afraid . . . they will run . . . they will die . . . they will never know what hope is."

" . . . Sir," Owens said, trying to reassure his boss, "we can rebuild. We can make it better, faster, stronger, bigger. All we need is time. We can still save the people, give the world bravery, help it find courage . . . give it hope."

Kaspar stood motionless, then looked over his shoulder, turned to stare the scientists in the eyes, and said: " . . . Did you not see them? Did you not see the blood? The people who lived in this city, here with their friends, with their families, with their children. Family visiting family, only to be killed by that monster. If you still think there can be hope for the world . . . tell that to the corpses around us."

The two doctors turned around, walked over to the edge of the rubble they were standing on, and stared out in sorrow at the ruins of the city. They never realized it when they got here, but lying in the debris were hundreds, no, millions of bodies littering the ground. Owens and Lennox stood like statues for a minute, then walked down around the isle of bodies.

Men of every age, young and old, were lying under the rocks, their skins pale and covered in dust, the snow staining their cold faces. Remington suddenly stepped in something wet. He looked down, and realized he stepped in a puddle of red. The blood was coming from the mutilated bodies that were crushed from the weight of a large piece of building. The two men then noticed larger puddles of red in front of them as well, and they had to walk on the wreckage to not step on the corpses.

When they went past the blood, the scientists went their separate ways, running into more corpses every step. Remington walked over glass; some shards were covering the bodies, and more blood littered the path. Frederick had to step over countless bodies, but stopped and stared at a few for a long moment. These people that lay on the ground, covered in blood, were not only random citizens . . . it was an entire family. A mother, a father, two sons, a daughter, and grandparents. Owens imagined that the family were only going on a trip, something they could do to spend time with one another. See a few monuments, eat lunch together, and witness new experiences. . . . But that all was wasted . . . by a Titan. The more Owens stared at the corpses, the more his eyes watered, and one single tear fell down his face.

None of these people deserved to die, no one here deserved a fate like this. These were men, women, children, infants. Families, friends, people that you would see on the streets, all dead. The last hours trying to evacuate were their last. There was nothing they could do, nowhere to run, no place to hide . . . they were all dead . . . the city was covered in blood.

All of this symbolized everything that was happening in the world. Destruction, death, wars. They try to fight back, but nothing ever works, nothing can ever save them. They don't need another monster to kill the strongest, then have another kill the one before. They need something to fight back, something that can match the Titans' strength. The world does not need support, not Jaegers, it needs help, it needs a savior. . . . The people need a Roaring Heaven.

By the end of the day, the crew had repaired as much of the Gotengo as they could, and they all climbed inside, and flew back to Utah.

The next week was the time everyone knew why Ghidorah was known as the Kings of Terror. They flew around the world, above the places they attacked, and the remaining citizens looked up to the skies and screamed as the kings flew overhead. After admiring what they caused, King Ghidorah flew back to their place of rebirth. When they landed, they saw all the greenery around them.

This is what the world was during the War of the Hollow Earth. Bare, full of nature, a new born planet ready to be made for a king, to house creatures of all kind, to be ruled by the Kings of All Stars.

The brothers then looked up, and the first thing they saw was the blood moon. It looked much bigger from where they were, and they could see the silhouette of a four winged dragon circling around the orb.

Now they remembered why it looked familiar to them. It was another enemy to the Kingdom of Lamented Kings, the one their fathers tried to kill, but disappeared, never seen until now. This enemy was . . . Red Moon.