As Godzilla turned to continue his march across the ravaged landscape, his powerful form moving steadily forward, Anguirus stood nearby, watching him closely. The battle with King Ghidorah had been intense, but now that the storm had passed, there wasn't much else left to do. The land lay in ruins, the gods had long been defeated, and for the moment, the world was eerily quiet.

Anguirus, still brimming with the energy of the fight, looked around briefly before deciding there was only one real choice. With nothing else calling him, he let out a low grunt and began to trot after Godzilla. His spiked shell scraped against the ground, kicking up small clouds of dust as he moved. He had always followed Godzilla, not out of obligation, but because he respected the King of Monsters. There was a strange companionship between the two, one that was rare for creatures as powerful as they were. Godzilla, the lone titan, didn't need followers, but Anguirus had always stuck around.

As the two titans marched onward, Anguirus stayed a few paces behind, his head low but his eyes ever-watchful, scanning the horizon. Godzilla didn't acknowledge him directly, but there was an unspoken understanding between them. Godzilla didn't mind Anguirus' presence. In fact, if he ever had something that resembled a friend, it would be Anguirus—loyal, fierce, and always ready for battle. They had fought together countless times, and while Godzilla preferred to act alone, he had never turned Anguirus away.

Godzilla let out a deep, rumbling growl, not in frustration or annoyance, but almost as if to acknowledge that Anguirus had decided to follow him again. The two of them continued their steady march across the desolate landscape, the ruins of their latest battle fading behind them.

Though their paths were often filled with destruction and chaos, in these quiet moments between battles, there was a sense of strange peace between the two titans. They had been through much together, and though they were forces of nature, bound to no one, they moved forward as allies, bound by a shared understanding of the world they protected—each in their own way.

For now, Godzilla was content with the silence, and Anguirus, having nothing better to do, was content to follow, knowing that wherever Godzilla went, there would always be another battle to fight, another challenge to face. And when that time came, he would be there, ready to stand by Godzilla's side once again.