Godzilla's dorsal plates glowed with intense blue energy as he took a deep breath, charging his atomic power. His eyes remained locked on King Ghidorah, who had just risen from the rubble, wings outstretched and heads hissing in defiance. Without hesitation, Godzilla unleashed a searing blast of his atomic breath straight at Ghidorah's feet.

The beam of concentrated energy struck the ground with explosive force, sending molten rock and debris flying into the air. The ground beneath Ghidorah's feet trembled and cracked as the destructive energy tore through the earth. Ghidorah shrieked in surprise, momentarily disoriented by the blast as his legs were engulfed in a cloud of smoke and ash.

As the dust settled, Godzilla roared with all the force his massive lungs could muster, a deafening sound that echoed across the battlefield and beyond. His message was clear—retreat, now. He was giving Ghidorah one final chance to leave this planet, to return to the dark void from which he came. Godzilla's eyes burned with intensity, his massive form towering over the landscape like a vengeful god. The King of Monsters had no interest in prolonging this battle if it wasn't necessary, but if Ghidorah refused to leave, Godzilla would make him retreat by force.

For a moment, Ghidorah stood still, his three heads snapping and growling in unison. His golden wings twitched as the tension in the air became palpable. The ground beneath his feet still smoked from the atomic blast, but Ghidorah's cosmic energy continued to crackle across his body, his hatred for Godzilla evident in every movement. The dragon was not used to being challenged like this. He had destroyed countless worlds, wiped out civilizations, and bent entire planets to his will. Yet here, on Earth, he had met a force more powerful than he had anticipated.

Godzilla roared again, stepping forward, his body radiating with untamed power. He made it clear that if Ghidorah didn't retreat, the next strike would not be aimed at the ground—it would be aimed at the three-headed terror himself.

Ghidorah's central head snarled, while the other two looked around, gauging the situation. The storm that had gathered in the sky above them crackled with lightning, as if mirroring the inner conflict within the cosmic dragon. He was a destroyer, a king of terror—but even he could feel the weight of Godzilla's power bearing down on him.

The standoff stretched for a few more tense moments. Godzilla's atomic breath still simmered on his dorsal plates, ready to be unleashed again at a moment's notice. Ghidorah's heads hissed and snapped, but there was a flicker of hesitation in the dragon's movements. The battle had taken its toll, and Ghidorah knew that if he continued, he might not survive the wrath of the King of Monsters.

Finally, with a low, rumbling growl, Ghidorah's wings began to beat the air. The massive dragon started to rise into the sky, the storm clouds swirling around him as he ascended. His three heads snapped at Godzilla one last time, filled with fury and frustration, but it was clear—Ghidorah was retreating. For now.

Godzilla watched as Ghidorah's golden form disappeared into the stormy skies, his roar echoing faintly as he vanished into the distant horizon. The skies gradually began to clear, and the ground, once ravaged by their titanic battle, was eerily silent.

Godzilla let out a low, rumbling growl as he watched his old nemesis retreat into the void from whence he came. He knew this wasn't the last time they would meet—Ghidorah would return. But for now, Earth was his domain, and he had defended it once again.

With a final glance toward the sky, Godzilla turned and began to lumber away, his massive tail dragging behind him as he resumed his endless march across the world, the king of monsters, victorious once more.