A few weeks had passed, and the city of Tokyo-3 was once again under siege. This time, the Angel Shamshel had appeared, its long, tentacle-like arms cutting through the city as it moved with eerie precision. Its glowing core pulsed with energy, casting an ominous light over the battlefield as the Evangelions engaged in a desperate struggle.
Unit-01, piloted by Shinji, clashed with the Angel's energy whips, barely able to keep the Evangelion's armor from being torn apart. Asuka, in Unit-02, was launching a series of aggressive strikes, but every attack was met with Shamshel's blindingly fast tentacles, which whipped through the air with crackling energy. Rei, in Unit-00, focused on providing cover, but even her careful aim seemed ineffective against the Angel's constantly shifting form.
"We can't get close!" Shinji yelled into the comms, frustration building. "Its energy whips are too fast!"
"We need to figure out a way to stop those tentacles, or we're done for," Misato commanded from NERV headquarters. Her voice, though tense, carried the resolve of someone who had been through this before.
"Shinji, Asuka, keep your distance!" Ritsuko added. "We need to find a weak spot in its pattern."
But the battle was slipping away from them. Shamshel's unrelenting assault was driving the Evangelions back, its attacks becoming more calculated with each passing moment. Energy blasts from the Angel were striking the surrounding buildings, reducing them to rubble, and the Evas were beginning to show signs of wear.
Meanwhile, deep in the ocean, Godzilla watched.
Beneath the waves, his eyes glowed faintly, his ancient senses attuned to the conflict unfolding above. His massive form remained motionless, hidden in the deep, but his attention was entirely focused on the Angel and the Evangelions fighting so desperately.
Despite the growing chaos on land, Godzilla didn't stir. He had seen countless battles like this throughout his existence. In the past, he had fought monsters not unlike Shamshel, and he knew how to dismantle such a creature with ease. But Godzilla was patient. He did not rush into conflict unless he deemed it necessary. For now, he watched, waiting to see if these human creations—the Evangelions—could handle the threat on their own.
In the command center, the tension was palpable. Misato's eyes darted between the screens, searching for any opportunity to turn the tide of battle.
"Misato," Hyûga called out, his voice laced with urgency. "We've detected something in the ocean, a massive energy signature just outside the battlefield."
Ritsuko narrowed her eyes at the data. "It's him, isn't it? Godzilla."
Misato's jaw clenched. "He's watching. He's not going to step in yet."
Gendo, seated at his usual post, remained calm, his gaze fixed on the main monitor. "Let him wait. The Evangelions must prove themselves."
Back on the battlefield, Shinji was thrown back by a powerful strike, Unit-01 skidding across the ground as sparks flew from the damaged armor. He grunted in pain, struggling to regain control of the Evangelion. Asuka, meanwhile, was screaming in frustration, her attacks landing but doing little damage to Shamshel's core.
"Why won't this thing just die?!" she shouted, driving Unit-02 forward in another reckless charge, only to be batted aside by Shamshel's tendrils.
Rei, calm as ever, fired a series of carefully aimed shots from Unit-00's rifle, but Shamshel's AT Field deflected them effortlessly.
It was a losing battle, and all of them knew it.
Godzilla, sensing the imbalance, shifted slightly beneath the water. His dorsal fins began to glow faintly, a sign that the primal king was growing restless. But still, he did not move. He would only intervene if the Angel threatened to become a danger to his territory—if the balance of nature was thrown too far out of alignment.
In the depths, Godzilla's eyes narrowed as he continued to watch the struggle, waiting for the moment when his hand might be forced.
