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The storm clouds writhed above Isla Nublar like a god had clenched the sky in its grip.
Bolts of lightning lashed across the ocean, illuminating the charred and tattered battlefield below.
Floating chunks of broken coral, shattered rock, and blackened Titan scales drifted across the blood-streaked water.
The aftershock of the underwater battle still pulsed like echoes in the deep.
And from the horizon, slicing through the radioactive mist, came two dark shapes.
The male MUTO, lean and bat-like with twitching wings built for speed and scouting, screeched a high-pitched signal.
Moments later, the female MUTO, her bulk three times that of her mate, sickle-arms gleaming wet from the depths.
Her crimson eyes locked instantly on the floating dragon figure rising from the shattered sea—Miraluz, his silver scales cracked and smoking, wings flared wide, chest heaving.
The scent of scorched flesh.
The sting of nuclear energy. This was an opportunity.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to.
They attacked.
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POV: Male MUTO
Speed was everything.
He zipped between lightning bolts, wings folding for a dive.
Beneath him, Miraluz's massive wings were steady, motionless—why wasn't he moving?
He's weak. Can't keep up.
Good.
The male MUTO dove with a shrill screech, limbs ready to dig into soft dragon flesh.
But the moment he neared, he felt it—a shift in charge, the crackle of something unnatural. His wings flicked open in alarm.
Too late.
From Miraluz's tail, a burning blue-white arc erupted.
Not atomic breath.
Something else.
The tail plasma hissed through the air like a blade from the stars—blinding, burning, cutting.
It struck.
The male MUTO didn't even scream.
His body split mid-air, the plasma tail scything through his torso with precise cruelty.
His top half spun upward like a broken disk.
His lower body splashed into the sea in a fountain of boiling blood.
POV: Female MUTO
She screamed—not in grief, but fury.
A challenge.
Her forelimbs curled, then launched her like a missile through the waves.
Her armor was thicker than her mate's.
Her claws had torn into Titan steel before.
She had felled reactors.
She would not fall here.
Miraluz rotated in the air lazily, tail still glowing, body battered but balanced.
She saw the blood slicking his shoulder, the torn wing membrane, the shaking limbs.
He's bluffing.
But as she lunged, something struck her.
Not physically. Mentally.
Miraluz wasn't breathing hard. He was holding his breath.
He was focused.
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POV: Miraluz
He could still taste Godzilla's blood in the air, feel the tremble in his wing joints.
The alpha's roar still echoed through his bones.
But these pests—these opportunistic parasites—had the gall to think he was vulnerable?
They had made a mistake.
And Miraluz was going to show them what that mistake cost.
He let the female come.
She was predictable—brute force.
She closed fast, her arms raised high for a slicing attack.
He angled his wings to redirect the storm's updraft, using the thermal lift to veer sideways at the last second.
Her sickles slashed through empty air.
With a twisting motion, he snapped his jaws and released a short burst of ionized plasma breath, not aimed for damage, but disorientation.
The searing cloud exploded against her shoulder, blinding one of her eyes and searing her armor.
She screamed.
He dove.
Miraluz slammed his horns into her midsection, flipping her backward like a breached whale.
Her limbs flailed, trying to catch something, anything.
She found one of his wings.
Claws sank deep—ripped scales.
Miraluz roared and let gravity do the work—dragging them both into the water.
The ocean swallowed them both.
The thunderstorm was replaced by crushing silence.
Only the faint rumble of distant quakes and the blinking bio-lights from Miraluz's side glowed in the abyss.
The female MUTO was stronger here. Her body, designed for deep-sea pressure, moved like a torpedo in the gloom.
She caught Miraluz mid-roll, pinning him against the volcanic shelf.
Her arms rained blows—sickle after sickle.
Crack!
One tore into the side of Miraluz's jaw.
He growled, blood billowing into the water like dark ink.
He countered by channeling electricity through his body.
The electromagnetic field surged.
A blue-white pulse burst from his core, arcing through the water like a live net.
The female MUTO shrieked as the charge overwhelmed her nervous system.
Her limbs locked. Her body spasmed.
Miraluz didn't wait.
He coiled his tail like a serpent and smashed it into her gut, sending her hurtling across the seafloor.
She crashed into a coral outcrop, dazed but not dead.
Miraluz surfaced again, wings tearing through the water, dragging half the ocean with him.
Thunder cracked above.
Still alive.
Still dominant.
But not untouched.
His chest burned. His wingtip was frayed. His energy reserves were draining fast.
Too much plasma use, too much bleeding.
He needed to end this. Now.
The Female MUTO surfaced with a scream, her body steaming, the EMP burst still dancing across her limbs.
But her mind was clear.
Kill him. Rise.
This wasn't about revenge anymore.
It was about evolution.
If she could absorb enough radiation from this island, from the corpses of Godzilla and this freak dragon, she could grow.
She could ascend.
With a bellow, she launched herself into the air—not flying, but leaping, using her bulk and gravity to become a living meteor.
Miraluz saw her coming.
He opened his wings and embraced the storm.
Lightning danced across his scales.
He welcomed the energy, just a little more…
He rose.
They met in mid-air.
She slammed into him like a freight train. His claws dug into her armored chest. Her sickles stabbed his sides.
Blood exploded in every direction.
But Miraluz had something she didn't.
Strategy.