───「 GODZILLA POV 」───
A single breath from Godzilla knocked down all approaching drones.
The titan closed its eyes again. This time, its evolution didn't lead to complete dormancy. It remained conscious, aware.
Let the transformation begin anew.
As Godzilla initiated another evolutionary cycle, mysterious energy circulated through its massive body. Something fundamental was changing, altering the creature's physical structure at its core.
Godzilla sensed it—an ancient force opening new pathways within its cellular matrix. At the microscopic level, a transformation was occurring, making a portion of its cells... weaker.
Not stronger—weaker.
The process was converting Godzilla's cells from their unfathomable level of complexity to something ordinary life could comprehend. A level where its cells could be replicated and transformed by other organisms.
Godzilla's cells were transitioning from being incompatible with Earth's biology to becoming a viral agent capable of infecting ordinary life.
Simultaneously, Godzilla felt the channels within its body successfully open. Inside, those weakened cells—now transformed into protein structures—drifted outward through these pathways.
As the wind swept across its massive form, cells scattered everywhere, floating for kilometers. They settled on areas drenched by yesterday's storm, making contact with vegetation.
The outer layer of tree leaves, normally resistant to most natural viruses, was effortlessly penetrated by these cells. Godzilla's biological matter had become viral.
Once inside the trees, these cells split into two components. One part reconfigured into an unusual formation and followed the plant's vascular system toward the roots.
The other component, mimicking conventional viruses, pierced through plant cell walls, executing their genetic instructions. They infiltrated deep into plant cells, but rather than using them for self-replication, they integrated entirely new DNA segments into the plant's genome.
In this world of competing life forms, many organisms already contained viral DNA within their genetic code. After countless years of evolution and conflict between cells and viruses, both had long since established a fragile symbiosis.
Now, the Godzilla virus was condensing eons of evolutionary struggle into a single day.
In the silent forest, a unique ecosystem belonging to Godzilla was taking shape.
───「 Human POV 」───
While Godzilla evolved, its body broadcasted something across the entirety of Australia—a kind of electromagnetic frequency, a proclamation, a declaration establishing a new biological order.
Animals that had previously escaped human ecological experiments began moving toward Godzilla's location. They seemed to have received some kind of signal.
It was the call of belonging.
From observation posts miles away, scientific monitors watched in disbelief. "The wildlife patterns are completely abnormal," reported Dr. Serizawa, staring at thermal imaging displays. "Every indigenous species is converging on the impact zone."
The sky rumbled. Centered around Godzilla's massive form, storm clouds suddenly gathered and darkened.
Another tempest was forming, making it impossible for satellite imaging or aerial reconnaissance to penetrate.
Military Commander Richardson slammed his fist on the console. "We've lost visual again! What the hell is happening out there?"
Meanwhile, deer, rabbits, and various other creatures rushed from the wilderness, heading toward the scorched ruins surrounding Godzilla. They showed no regard for the still-smoldering ground beneath their hooves and paws.
"How many are there?" whispered Ana Hernandez, the lead biologist. "Hundreds? Thousands?" She adjusted her binoculars, trying to count the endless stream of wildlife. "Perhaps tens of thousands."
These animals surged toward Godzilla, extending their limbs to catch the breeze carrying the titan's cells, seemingly eager for transformation.
Hundreds of deer, thousands of rabbits, and countless insects approached Godzilla. They stood in eerie silence, like devoted worshippers basking in divine presence.
The four-legged creatures knelt before the dark mountain that was Godzilla. Whether deer, rabbits, or other wildlife, they all naturally assumed submissive postures, paying homage to the titan.
"My God," whispered Commander Richardson. "They're... bowing to it."
The massive creature opened its eyes, piercing blue irises reflecting the world around it. Its gaze appeared almost gentle as it surveyed these gathered beings, emitting a low, resonant roar.
It resembled the blessing of ancient spirits, announcing something profound and terrible.
On the first day, storms covered the sky and the sea surged, but no rain fell. Only the silent roar of nature, the voice of a changing world.
Human monitoring from above became useless. Military observers could only occasionally glimpse activity through naval fleet cameras positioned offshore.
They witnessed deer kneeling in worship, rabbits in submission, and a forest seemingly responding to some unheard call.
In their hearts, scientists and military leaders alike felt a growing sense of the absurd.
"This doesn't match any known predator-prey behavior," Dr. Serizawa noted. "Rather than the domain of a destroyer, it resembles a sacred gathering place."
Commander Richardson nodded slowly. "Why else would animals approach? Why would the ecosystem respond this way?"
The assembled experts couldn't explain the submission of all living things. Their scientific frameworks and military doctrines provided no explanation for this phenomenon.
"It seems only theology might interpret this," whispered Chaplain Moore, who had remained silent until now. "Only in religious texts would such scenes be described."
The question hung in the air, unspoken but unavoidable: Was Godzilla something more than a monster? Something divine?
On the second day, the storm continued and intensified, much like the unusual night before.
It covered half of Australia, transforming the entire continent into a world of swirling white and gray.
People worldwide witnessed this on weather satellites and news broadcasts.
They were astonished by the storm brewing around Godzilla, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Unlike ordinary citizens, high-ranking officials were already at their wits' end after observing this meteorological impossibility.
"We've completely lost control of the situation," General Hargrove admitted during an emergency briefing. "Even unmanned naval vessels had to retreat due to the massive waves generated by the storm."
"What about the drones?" asked the President.
"All attempts at reconnaissance have failed," responded the NSA Director. "We can't see what's happening at the storm's center where Godzilla remains."
The scientific advisor removed his glasses wearily. "How can Godzilla trigger such a storm? It's completely outside our understanding of biology and meteorology. Science cannot yet explain this!"
As officials grappled with these questions, worse news arrived: the fragments of Ghidorah, detected in deep space months ago, had accelerated overnight.
"At the current trajectory and velocity," the NASA representative reported grimly, "Ghidorah will reach Earth in five or six days."
The room fell silent. This was ten days sooner than previously calculated.
"The underground shelters and defensive railguns are still in preliminary construction phases," Defense Secretary Williams stated flatly. "If Ghidorah arrives in less than a week..."
No one needed to finish the thought. The consequences would be catastrophic.
Compared to Godzilla, whose purpose remained unclear, Ghidorah presented a more immediate threat.
The world's attention reluctantly shifted away from Godzilla.
But on the third day...
The storm dissipated.
From it emerged an entity that could only be described as "Earth" itself.