Volume 2 Chapter 67: The Golden Sun (Part 1)
8:00 AM UTC – 40,000 km above Earth
The Ghidorah's Wings, now fully assembled, descended toward the blue planet below.
They fell like rain, like a meteor shower.
There was no urgent broadcast, no unexpected incident, and no deviation from their trajectory.
Just as predicted by humans, the Ghidorah's Wings regrouped 17 kilometers apart before continuing their descent toward East Asia.
This time, however, they did not scatter.
The 44 Ghidorah's Wings maintained close proximity, with the greatest distance between them no more than ten kilometers. They clustered together, unlike their predecessors, who had spread out in various directions. From the ground, the overlapping forms of the 44 Ghidorah's Wings created a brilliant star, radiating light as it plummeted toward the world below.
No one remained in East Asia to witness this strange and awe-inspiring sight.
However, Godzilla, far away in Australia, could see it. It gazed at the shining star, the light in its mouth flickering on and off, as though contemplating whether to snipe them.
The 44 Ghidorah's Wings, overlapping into a harbinger of death, sparkled like a dazzling star in the sky.
Humans anxiously awaited the moment they would merge into pairs, as the first wave of Ghidorah's Wings had done. That would determine how many nuclear warheads to launch.
Although there was no perfect way to counter this merging tactic and deal critical damage to the Ghidorah Wing within, it was still possible to reduce their own losses.
For example, by launching fewer nuclear warheads.
Despite humanity's seemingly lavish use of nuclear weapons—counting them in the millions—when it came to yield, the total was not particularly impressive.
Combined, the warheads on the ground and in orbit only amounted to a little over 100 billion tons of TNT equivalent—roughly 200 Tsar Bombas in total yield.
While the sheer number of weapons seemed large, in practice, their power was limited.
Nuclear fuel was now an extremely scarce resource. The previous nuclear wars had been so intense that most of the easily accessible uranium on the surface had been depleted.
While large reserves remained in the deep sea and deep within the Earth's crust, humanity lacked the technology to extract them. What little nuclear fuel remained usable had to be conserved.
Everyone stared intently at the satellite images, hoping to catch the moment when the Ghidorah's Wings would begin merging. The distance dropped to 30,000 km… 25,000 km… and then 20,000 km…
Still, the Ghidorah's Wings showed no signs of merging. Though they drew closer to each other, they remained separate entities.
This development made the humans uneasy.
Why? Why weren't they merging yet?
They were nearing the nuclear strike zone. If they didn't merge soon, they risked being destroyed by the upcoming barrage.
The first wave of Ghidorah's Wings had begun merging at 30,000 km from Earth, but this batch had yet to do so at 20,000 km.
Why? What was different this time?
Humans were filled with anxiety and doubt. Strangely, even though the lack of merging should have been good news for humanity, everyone watching the broadcast wished they would merge immediately.
Why was that?
Perhaps it was because humans dislike anything that escapes their control.
Even if things take a better turn, some people prefer to keep events firmly within their grasp, much like parents who try to tightly control their children's future, even if the child's chosen path is a better one.
Given the choice between a potentially better unknown and a slightly worse but familiar known, humanity often prefers the latter—as long as it's not catastrophically worse.
20,000 km… 15,000 km… yet still, the 44 Ghidorah's Wings showed no intention of merging in pairs.
Not only did they remain separate, but they also began spreading their wings wide—just as the first wave of Ghidorah's Wings had done when they first entered the Earth-Moon system.
Back then, they were sniped by Godzilla. This time, however, there was no Godzilla to interfere.
With their wings fully unfurled, the Ghidorah's Wings radiated a blinding light, brighter than the sun itself. And it wasn't a momentary flash—the light was continuous.
The golden glow from their wings bathed the world below. The 44 Ghidorah's Wings, forming a star of death, outshone every source of light on the surface.
As they descended from space with their wings spread wide, it was as if they were proclaiming judgment upon the world below—issuing their own verdict upon everything beneath them.
Humans could not understand their actions. They didn't know why these Ghidorah's Wings were behaving this way.
Did it serve some purpose for them?
The only thing humans knew at that moment was this:
The 44 Ghidorah's Wings were about to enter the strike range.
Nuclear missiles, launch.
From low Earth orbit, satellites launched thousands, nearly tens of thousands, of nuclear weapons toward the Ghidorah's Wings.
None of the warheads had detonated yet. They remained intact, allowing the Ghidorah's Wings to detect their positions.
The missiles weren't close enough.
As the nuclear warheads rose toward them, the Ghidorah's Wings, with their wings spread wide, finally began to merge—not in pairs, but…
All 44 into one.
Yes, the 44 Ghidorah's Wings began assembling into a single entity, using their wings to fuse together into a seamless sphere. There was no inner or outer layer—only a complete, unified surface.
A golden sphere over 2 kilometers in diameter, with its thin, overlapping wings forming a membrane-like structure, was born in space—a ball composed entirely of Ghidorah's Wings.
Reflecting the sunlight, this golden sphere appeared from the ground as if a second sun had risen in the sky. And this sun was extraordinarily radiant.
Humans were dumbfounded by the sight. Never in their wildest imaginations had they thought that 44 Ghidorah's Wings could merge into such a perfectly unified form.
But the real surprise was yet to come.
As the sphere formed, the nuclear warheads entered a range where they could interfere with the Ghidorah's Wings' electromagnetic fields. The warheads began detonating to disrupt the enemy's laser targeting systems, assuming that this wave of Ghidorah's Wings would behave similarly to the previous one.
However, the moment the warheads detonated, humanity realized just how gravely mistaken they had been.
Because from ground-level observations, it was clear:
The Ghidorah's Wings had become the sun.
On that day, they became light.
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