The Second Sun of the Ridge
1 Now the entire earth was of one language and uniform words. 2 And it came to pass when they traveled from the east, that they found a valley in the land of Shinar and settled there. 3 And they said to one another, "Come, let us make bricks and fire them thoroughly"; so the bricks were to them for stones, and the clay was to them for mortar. 4 And they said, "Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make ourselves a name, lest we be scattered upon the face of the entire earth". 5 And the Lord descended to see the city and the tower that the sons of man had built. 6 And The LORD said, "Lo! they are one people, and they all have one language, and this is what they have commenced to do. Now, will it not be withheld from them, all that they have planned to do? 7 Come, let us descend and confuse their language, so that one will not understand the language of his companion". 8 And the Lord scattered them from there upon the face of the entire earth, and they ceased building the city. 9 Therefore, He named it Babel, for there the Lord confused the language of the entire earth, and from there the Lord scattered them upon the face of the entire earth. Genesis 11:1-9
Jo shook her head when she read the plaque standing next to the Tinseltown movie-plex. It was strange that a plaque like this would be sitting on a sidewalk in a near empty mall parking lot. The city of Oak Ridge was just as boring as watching paint dry. She was more used to a livelier city like Miami, where there were night clubs to go to, colorful culture and beautiful, tanned people walking along a warm, white beach. Here, it was gray—and cold. She knew that part of the grayness came from the ash cloud that rolled over all of Knox County and parts of Anderson County. Oak Ridge was located in the southern part of Anderson, about 15 miles away from the main city of Knoxville. Ever since the Clingman's Dome eruption, people had begun to evacuate the city of Knoxville. As had started to fall and the whole Marble City was covered in a blanket of it. Oak Ridge, on the other hand, had not evacuated. There were downed buildings from the earthquake here and there, but the city itself seemed to have survived much of it. Jo wondered why this city had not started its evacuation process. Life seemed to go on as normally as it had before the rise of the Smokies and the geological changes Tennessee seemed to be suffering. There were sirens here and there and sounds of people trying to help others get out of the downed buildings. But not much else went on. Already, ash had started to fall like snow and the city itself was slightly dusted. Jo wrapped a scarf around her face to keep the ash from her mouth. She heard on the news that Monster Zero had made its way east. It would not be long now. It almost seemed like this city was waiting for its own demise while the rest of East Tennessee was fleeing for their lives. But this plaque just puzzled her. Why would the Oak Ridge Mall have a plaque with the story of the Tower of Babel written on it? Tim Marx and Jo Cortez stopped in this town after their narrow escape from the Smoky Mountains just a few days ago. And it was here they stayed. Manda did not want to move on from here. He wanted to be close to the battle as he could. He made a promise to Kiryuu that he would assist in King Ghidorah's destruction, even if that meant he defied Mothra's orders. But he had to come here first.
Oak Ridge, Tennessee, the birthplace of the Atomic Bomb. It was here that the parts were built and the refining of the uranium was done to create the bomb that destroyed Hiroshima, Japan. This city was labeled the Secret City because of the secret revolving around the atomic bomb. During the time of World War II, this city was the best kept secret of the United States. In order to build the bomb, this city sucked in more power than large cities like New York, or Los Angeles combined. There were three main stations that built the bomb, each one named for a point coordinate on the map. One was the Y-12 plant, the plant responsible of the refining of Enriched Uranium through electromagnetic processing. The next plant was the main engine of the process, K-25, which used gaseous diffusion to separate the lighter U-235 from the heavier U-238. And then there was X-10, the first plant that produced plutonium for the Nagasaki bomb. These days, the plants go by different names and have different jobs. Y-12 became the Y-12 National Security Complex, and the sole producer of plasma for naval ships and Kiryuu's power pack. K-25 became the Tennessee Technology Center, a facility that studied proper clean-up procedures of contaminated areas. And then, there is X-10, now called the Oak Ridge National Laboratory. It studies a variety of fields, biology, astrophysics, and of course nuclear physics, but lately, it has been studying up a lot on biosyntech. Though it made sense, these facilities are being funded by Lockheed Martin, the company who subcontracted the Utah Foundation of Bio-Organic Research to Japan to build Mechagodzilla. Other companies also fund Oak Ridge's main plants and income of its many citizens. One was the company known as Omak-Argon Industries, another industrial company that seems to be in with the Utah Foundation. Apparently, from what she gathered from the locals, ORNL, with the funding and supplies of Omak-Argon, created Kiryuu's shield technology. Still, no one could ever tell how the shielding works.
The shielding technology has never been reused for anything else. No military has paid Omak-Argon for the use of the technology. Apparently, this company wanted to stay out of the government's wallet. But it still agreed to allow the shields to be used on Kiryuu. So, again, it seems that Oak Ridge has another secret.
She glanced back at the mall. It was almost deserted. She had been inside before. They had open stores, name brand of course, but it seemed not very many people came to visit. She had never seen such a deserted mall before. Manda had gone off somewhere, visiting an old friend. He told her that he would be back. Manda said that this town was quiet. Everything seemed within walking distance. Manda was at the large bookstore just south of the ball, across S. Illinois Avenue. He met this rather handsome looking, very distinguished, Hispanic man wearing an Armani suit. He had the strangest looking eyes though. They were not black, nor were they blue or brown, they were magenta-lavender. That color did not seem human. He drove up in a stretch limo. And then, Manda and the man went inside the bookstore, into their coffee shop and sat down. Marx told Jo that this was a private conversation. Jo then just hung outside until she got bored. She went in to tell Manda that she was going for a walk and she had her cell phone on.
Jo glanced down, hearing her phone ring. She picked it up.
"Hey, Jo," said Manda. "How's it goin'?"
"I'm fine," she said. "How are you two?"
"Oh, great," he said. "Look, this meeting's gonna take a bit longer. He's on the phone with someone right now."
"I heard that Monster Zero is heading over here," said Jo. "And they're evacuating Knoxville. Why aren't these people leaving?"
"We'll find out," said Manda. "That's why I'm here. Can you walk back over here?"
"Marx," she began. "There's this plaque here. It's about the Tower of Babel. Why would they have a plaque that has this?"
"Did you say the Tower of Babel?" Manda asked. "Oh, good gods…Malcho! Jo, I'll call you back later, okay."
"Tim, what's wrong?" Jo asked just as the phone hung up.
Manda heavily strode over to the tall, finely dressed man. Soñador Malcho turned to him. He was a tall, handsomely built man, with broad shoulders and deep, caramel-colored skin. He had a clean shaven goatee and shoulder-length, silky black hair. But his eyes were the strangest of color, they were magenta-lavender. Manda approached Malcho, crossing his arms and looking rather fumed at the man.
"What happened, amigo?" Malcho asked.
"Jo just told me there's a plaque with the Tower of Babel written on it," said Manda. "Malcho…"
"Sí, I know," Malcho nodded.
"Malcho!" Manda cried. "The Tower of Babel! The last remains of technology built by Atlanteans! How could you?!"
"You're wondering if I am using Technomancy?" Malcho asked. "The answer is yes. Four thousand years ago, Babel fell. Then, a century ago, I found it in southern Iraq, brought the pieces here and rebuilt it. And I've been using it for the power of Technomancy ever since."
"You've got a Technomantic tower under this city," said Manda. "I thought I sensed something when I came here."
"Well, I had no choice but to use the Tower of Babel," Malcho shrugged. "You wouldn't let me have the Tower of Atlantis."
"No wonder King Ghidorah's adamant in coming here!" Manda called. "He could have risen other mountains older than the Smokies to create the Mountains of the Phoenix, but he came here! Did you not remember what happened to Atlantis? King Ghidorah came back because what we were using. Life force energy! Don't you remember the dangers of Technomancy? Don't you remember what happened at the end of the Fourth World? You of all should remember, you're old enough to remember."
"Yes, I remember," Malcho agreed. "And it was not King Ghidorah who brought about the Fifth World, but remnants of King Ghidorah. And King Ghidorah did not destroy Atlantis. If I recall, Atlantis fell long after King Ghidorah's attack. You managed to defend your island quite well with the power of Technomancy, while the rest of us who just used magic were left to suffer his wrath. Now, it's us lowly magic users' turn to have the power to defend ourselves from the likes of King Ghidorah. Come outside and see."
"There was a reason why Atlantis fell," said Manda. "It was caused by Technomancy."
"It was because you ignorant pendejos didn't have the right knowledge to use Technomancy," Malcho laughed aloud as he led Manda outside the bookstore.
"Ignorant?!" Manda roared. "Atlanteans are not dickheads! Now, look here, feather duster, we had knowledge beyond any comprehension even by the Great Dragons themselves."
"And you still screwed it up," said Malcho. "Well, this time, your folly will be my wisdom. I have learned from your mistakes and I have refined it."
Manda growled as his body shifted into his dragon form. Malcho glanced up at the blue and green dragon.
"Do not insult Atlantis, Weather Dragon," he growled. Malcho chuckled as his own form wavered. It was a smooth transformation as the CEO of Omak-Argon Industries shifted. Soon, there was not a man standing there, but a 200-foot long, serpentine, winged reptile. He was a Feathered Serpent, a dragon from Central and South America. Malcho was a Great Feathered Serpent, just as old as Manda and just as powerful magically. Malcho was covered in green feathers from head to the very tip of his tail. His wings were brilliantly colored with hues of violet, orange, red, and cool blue. Even his feathery main was pigmented to match his wings. He had a tail brush of feathers matching his wings and hidden inside the tail was a barb of venom. In ancient cultures, some mistook Feathered Serpents to be feathered cousins of wyverns, but this was not true. Though like wyverns, Feathered Serpents had a pair of wings and a pair of legs, but they were true dragons. Malcho could easily show that he was a dragon just by exhaling a fireball from his jaws. Even in his true form, his eyes were magenta-lavender, the color revealed his true nature.
Malcho fanned his wings out and leapt into the air. He was not as large as Manda. Of course he was not, Manda was a special case, owing his great stature to the Atlanteans. They had enhanced him.
"If you want to play, amigo," Malcho growled. "We'll play right here."
The Feathered Serpent glanced down, hearing the sound of his cell phone ringing.
"Un momento," he said as he wrapped his coils around Manda's neck. "¿Hola? Oh, Will Penter. ¿Qué paso? Bueno. Everything is fine here. What's this? You're having trouble the shields? What kind of trouble? Oh, I see, you wish to make the shields wrap around Kiryuu completely. That's fine. I know, you called technical support and they were no help at all. Lo siento, mi amigo."
"Shield technology?" Manda asked. "Kiryuu's shields, you built Kiryuu's shields? I can only guess where you got it from. Malcho, is Kiryuu using Atlantean shield technology? Is that how he's been able to use shields?"
"Will you shut up for a moment?" Malcho snapped back. "No, I understand, Will. I'm glad he saved the card. Alright, there is a trick. There's a file written in the programming of the shields themselves. It's called Firefly. Find it. You found it? Good. Just follow the instructions written in the README file and you'll see how to wrap the shields around Kiryuu's body. Call me if you have any other questions. Adios."
"All this time…" Manda breathed. "So that's where Kiryuu got the shields. I knew they were familiar. How could you do this, Malcho! I can't believe that you would steal Atlantean technology to make a cheep buck. No—wait I can."
"You think that technology can be produce by the government?" Malcho asked. "And it's not Atlantean technology, it's Technomancy."
"It's still from Atlantis," said Manda. "We were the first to implement Technomancy. Using magic to build technology far more advanced than what was there at the time."
"And now, I have perfected it," said Malcho. "Follow me."
The dragon slid off of Leviathan's shoulders and flapped his wings, flying over towards the mall. Manda followed him, his lengthy body whipping through the air as he flew. He noticed just how casual the people around Oak Ridge were being about it. Apparently, Malcho has visited many times in his dragon form around this city. The locals seemed used to it. They did not even notice the two dragons as they landed in the parking lot in front of the mall. Jo stood back, her eyes were wide when she saw the Feathered Serpent land in the parking lot. Then, she saw Manda land as well.
"Tim!" she called. "Who the hell…"
"Jo, this is Malcho," said Manda. "Malcho, my partner Jo."
"Bienvenidos al Ciudad Atómica," Malcho said.
"Okay, he speaks Spanish," said Jo. "Who…"
"This is the CEO of Omak-Argon Industries," said Manda.
"That industrial company from Kentucky?" Jo asked.
"You've heard of it," said Malcho.
"I have," she said. "You were the one who's been funding NASA a lot."
"I want to go into space very badly," said Malcho. "And we also head up the aerospace and astrophysics in ORNL. And of course, we have been studying a lot on biosyntech. I have discovered something. Biosyntech and Technomancy go together like lettuce, beef, and cheese on a taco."
"Nice analogy," said Manda. "What do you mean they go together?"
"It's like they were made for each other," said Malcho. "But as much as I like to go into the details, I've got a shield to erect."
"Shield?" Jo asked.
"The Tower of Babel," said Manda. "It has the ability to produce a shield dome around any area it stands in—like a city."
"Like this city," said Malcho as he clapped the hand-like claws on his wings. The ground itself began to quake as the pavement cracked and splintered through the parking lot.
"Wait, the owner of Omak is a dragon?" asked Jo.
"Yeah, he's a dragon," Manda nodded. "What? I'm a cop and a dragon as well."
"I'm just shocked," she said. "He's—a corporate dragon."
"He's a wizwyrm," Manda growled. "That's what he is."
"I heard that," said Malcho. He faced again just as the pavement split apart in the empty parking lot. Then, something began to rise out of the ground. Malcho launched into the air and circled just as an enormous tower of glowing blue and turquoise rose out from the ground below. Jo just stared with wide eyes. Just as soon as the tower was fully out, a beam shot up from the spire and spread across the sky like a glowing dome. Malcho landed and looked back at Manda. Manda stared at the crystalline tower of blue.
"Damn-it, Malcho," Manda sighed, recognizing the tower. "You really did rebuild Babel."
"That's the Tower of Babel?" Jo asked. "But—what?"
"The Bible version is a fake," said Manda. "The real Tower of Babel was made after the Tower of Atlantis fell a thousand years before the Fourth World ended. But they were right about one thing, when the Tower of Babel fell, no one could understand each other. A Technomantic Tower is like an Internet server, it's a nexus of information and when one is near it—even by several miles, one can understand all languages that it knows. The radius is around 20 miles. And through the tower's array, you can access information. Through the tower, we discovered how to create our advanced technology. The shield technology is a part of that."
"So, it's some sort of ancient Internet?" Jo asked.
"It's—a mixture of all sort of things," Manda said.
"Which is hard to explain unless one is Connected to it," said Malcho. "It's not necessary right now for you to know how the Tower Array works. I'd like to see King Ghidorah get through that shield."
"He's done it before," Manda sighed.
"Cállate la boca," Malcho growled back. "If you don't believe me, then run. Flee from this city."
"Kiryuu's gonna win," said Manda. "He'll defeat King Ghidorah before he comes after your tower."
"Of course he will," Malcho nodded. "He has Technomantic shields. And something else as well—which he'll see when he activates him."
Manda just shook his head: "Things are about to get worse. But at least the shield will slow King Ghidorah down."
"Why does King Ghidorah want to come here because of this tower?" asked Jo.
"Because it uses life force energy," said Manda replied. "That tower is like a big candy stick to him. King Ghidorah feeds off of life force. The Mountains of the Phoenix and this tower is why he is coming. Hey, people will notice this honking thing standing out in the middle of the city. If you're trying to hide Technomancy, you're doing a poor job of doing it."
"The shield has been activated," said Malcho. "It also cloaks the city into invisibility."
"Oh," said Manda. "Then, hell, they'd notice real quick if this particular city disappears. Smart move. Technomancy hasn't really increased your intelligence, Malcho. It would have been better to just cloak the tower instead of the entire town!"
"I haven't figured that out yet," said Malcho.
"Oh, this is looking better by the minute," Manda sighed in sarcasm.
"So, leave."
"No, I'll wait," said Manda. "Just to see your ass handed to you, old fart."
"Caramba…" the Feathered Serpent rolled his eyes. "I ought to turn you into a turtle and serve you in a bowl of soup, you big, blue gecko."
"Nice," Manda chuckled. "You really must be getting up in years, Malcho. You're so old, your come backs smell worse than your farts."
Malcho let loose a powerful roar and spread his wings wide. He lifted up in the air, barring his fangs.
"Uh-oh," Manda breathed.
"Uh-oh?" Jo asked. "What do you mean 'uh-oh'? You're like three times his size."
"With Malcho, size doesn't matter," said Manda.
"¡Vaya al Diablo, chupaverga!" Malcho bellowed just as the sky below the shield filled with stormy clouds.
"Oh, shit," Manda's eyes widened just as the sky lit up with lightning.
"What?" Jo asked. "I've seen you cause hurricanes."
"No, this is worse," he said as he grabbed her into his claws. The Eastern Dragon lifted off into the air just as he began to feel rocks pelt his scales. Manda glanced back seeing hail pelt his hide. Usually he would not worry about hail hitting him, except for the fact that as soon as this hail landed on him, it caught him on fire. And this was happening all over the area.
"Fire!" called Jo. "Fire from hail! Wait—where do I know this?"
"It's—one of the Ten Plagues of Moses," said Manda. "That's a long story too. Ah! My hair's on fire!"
Malcho reared his head back, lightning shooting out from his eyes. Manda glanced back just as he saw the lightning bolt race towards him.
"Ah!" he cried. "Bad day! Bad day! Bad day!"
The bolt struck him and he fell, his form shrinking down. Malcho saw Jo fall as well and swooped in to snatch her up in his dexterous hind feet.
"I got you, muchacha!" he called, back-winging as he landed. And below Malcho glanced down, seeing a boiling, black cauldron where Manda had fallen. Out popped a snapping turtle's head from the water. "The soup is ready."
"Timothy!" Jo cried, realizing who that was inside the cauldron. "You change him back, puto!"
"Malcho!" called a high-pitched voice from the turtle. "You old bastard! Change me back!"
"Ah, mi amigo," Malcho chuckled. "I'll keep you in there until the fight starts. Then, I'll let you out."
"This water is hot!" Manda called. "And this shell's itchy. I don't like being a turtle!"
"Deal with it," Malcho growled. He turned his great head to see Jo pull out her pistol. "And what are you going to do with that, muchacha? Shoot me with it? Go ahead. Bullets cannot harm me."
"Jo!" Manda called.
"Change him back, peacock!" Jo yelled, fingering the trigger of her gun. "Now!"
"I shall," Malcho stated with a bored yawn. "But for now, we'll just have to see. Take a good look at it, Leviathan." The Feathered Serpent glanced back at the Tower of Babel. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"No, it isn't," Manda said. "You're making a huge mistake here."
"When it is all over, you'll see that I'm not," said Malcho. "When Atlantis tried to implement Technomancy, the world wasn't ready. I say it's ready now."
"When King Ghidorah comes knocking on this shield," began Manda. "You'll see how wrong you are."
"Then, let's wager," said Malcho. "If I loose and Kiryuu fails to stop King Ghidorah and King Ghidorah comes here, I'll take down the tower immediately, before he even has a chance to get to it. I'll destroy it. But if I win, you'll give me the Tower of Atlantis."
"You bastard," Manda growled. "Why the fuck would I agree to a wager like that?"
"Do you have a choice?" he asked. "My tower for yours. I bet you haven't even Connected once since Atlantis fell. I bet you even forgot how."
"Get me out of this pot and I'll show you otherwise!" the turtle screamed back.
"Luego, amigo," Malcho chuckled as he leaned up against a street light. "I know what you're thinking. Mothra forbade you from fighting King Ghidorah. She told you this was Kiryuu and Godzilla's fight. But you want to defy her. Why do you always follow the rules of that bug anyways?"
"Don't insult Mothra!"
"You are here, ready to fight Ghidorah," said Malcho. "And yet she sits pretty on her island, far away from the fight."
"Shut-up!"
"Oh, she's a manipulative little bitch, isn't she?" the Feathered Serpent chuckled. "I wonder if she gave you the idea that Technomancy is bad."
Manda glanced away. He closed his eyes and focused. King Ghidorah was coming, but so was Godzilla. Kiryuu will indeed follow after that. Malcho, Kiryuu, the biosyntech, and now finding out that the thing that brought King Ghidorah to Atlantis that drove Kraken insane, that helped his beloved island sink to the ground has come back to haunt him. The power of Technomancy came from the life force of not only this planet, but others as well. That was why those who used it had an understanding of the physics of the universe itself, but still—they lacked the wisdom to use it properly. And it caused untold deaths. And King Ghidorah fed off of those deaths, even long after Atlantis managed to defend themselves. He waited and watched as the island tried to use Technomancy as a weapon and wiped itself off of the surface of the ocean. All that was left was the Tower of Atlantis, the central power source of Atlantis. And they tried again, those who knew how to erect a tower. They tried it with the Tower of Babel. And even that failed. Of course that thought arose to him again. If Technomancy drew King Ghidorah back to Earth thousands of years ago, then what brought him back this time?
"Malcho," began Manda. "Why did King Ghidorah attacked London? Did they have a tower there too?"
"No, they didn't," said Malcho. "There's only two towers that exist above the sea. The Tower of Babel and the Tower of Lexington. I did what I could to keep the two towers off Ghidorah's radar during that attack."
"So, you've created your own tower to power your company's industry," said Manda.
"Created it in order to power the machines that built the shield technology," said Malcho. "Smaller fragments of the tower are inside Kiryuu's shield emitters. I sold the technology to the Utah Foundation and made a pretty penny off of it. Each time they destroy a forearm cannon, they pay me again to build another emitter. As for London. It really was the cells that brought him there. He's drawn to it like Godzilla is drawn to Kiryuu's cells. Of course, knowing this country, they might make a huge mistake and try to create another Biollante—this time with Ghidorah cells."
"Let's just hope they don't," said Manda. He glanced over at Jo. "You okay?"
Jo settled down on the sidewalk and holstered her pistol: "Yeah. Just dandy."
Manda glanced back at Malcho once more: "Even if Kiryuu defeats King Ghidorah, this land isn't gonna go back to the way it was, is it?"
"No, amigo," sighed the Feathered Serpent. "It isn't. I'm afraid that even with the defeat of King Ghidorah, this world will be forever changed. The time of the Fifth World is coming to an end. The Sixth World is coming. Magic will fully return and—great—maybe terrible things will happen. This is why I have brought back Technomancy. Perhaps with it, I can help prepare this world for what is about to happen."
"Or make it worse," Manda sighed.
"You will see," said Malcho. "I will show you. And remember, the Tower of Atlantis will be mine."
King Ghidorah leaned all three of his heads back. He took in the air, reveling in the smell of death and destruction. He could already sense the foul vapors from the two volcanoes he created as he drew nearer to East Tennessee. He followed along I-40. It was perfect. As every vehicle tried to escape the volcanoes, they found themselves in deeper trouble. They found the space dragon waiting for them. And they were there, lining themselves up for the slaughter. He walked across the highway, a grin appearing on each of his heads. King Ghidorah folded his wings back across his back and his twin tails wagged in the air. They were so frightened of him that they were afraid to leave their vehicles.
Delicious, he projected. I could never have planned it better. Oh, perhaps I could, but this worked out beautifully.
He could sense their fear as they sat in the cars. He could see each and every one of them tremble beneath him as he drew closer. He licked his lips with his forked tongues.
Now, don't be afraid, he said. It'll be all over soon. Fighting it will only make it more difficult.
The great space dragon let loose a powerful bellow and the vehicles on the highway flipped back. He heard their screams as the cars flipped. King Ghidorah let loose his lightning upon them and watched as they exploded. King Ghidorah again smiled as the tiny, sparkling, golden lights flowed up towards him again. The dragon absorbed them into his body. King Ghidorah's heads turned to the east when he felt something familiar. It was a familiar energy and he smiled when he felt it.
Oh, so it's still around, he said. I thought I sensed it. I knew this would be the perfect place to set up shop. This state holds such a delightful buffet, and now, they've produced desert as well. How wonderful this state is.
He heard voices and sounds coming up from the ridge and he turned his head to them. There, he saw an army of tanks, jeeps, and men pull themselves up and formed a flank around him. King Ghidorah could only chuckle as he watched them gather around him. And he decided to stand there in defiance of them. He knew that they would do little to him now. Maser tanks also rolled around him.
It is useless to struggle, my friends, he said. King Ghidorah heard the one in charge shout out and the defense against him fired upon him.
I have no time for this, the dragon growled. I have a date to hold.
King Ghidorah launched himself into the air, flapping his wings swiftly. He heard the sounds of jets following him as he flew east. One of his heads turned around and found five jets following him. King Ghidorah glanced up, seeing a bomber above him.
Americans are persistent, he chuckled. The bomber above opened its payload doors. King Ghidorah turned and barrel rolled over, his wing swatting the bomber away from his back. He felt the five other jets fire their missiles at shim; the force of the explosions jerked his flight. But they did not bring him down. King Ghidorah swerved and flipped over, firing his lightning upon them. He landed once more as balls of fire that were once the jets fell before his feet.
That was amusing, he thought. Then, he turned back towards the energy again. They really have done it, haven't they? They've created another tower. And Leviathan is there as well. I shall get rid of them all in one setting. This is working out more beautifully than I ever could hope for. Kiryuu, Leviathan, Biollante—and that Feathered Serpent. Oh, I remember him so very much. That 'killing of the first born' bit he did 5 thousand yeas ago, a work of art. He would have done well as my understudy if he wasn't so—annoying. No matter, they will all die anyways.
King Ghidorah glanced back at Nashville, or what was left of it. Every building had been destroyed. He smiled at his work and lifted off once more into the air, flying east.
Everything is falling into place…