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She charged.
The sea boiled around her as she plowed forward, massive forelimbs slamming through the water, sending up geysers.
Sparks of bluish-white light flickered across her armor plates, and the air around her began to hum, low at first, then growing until it was a teeth-rattling vibration.
Miraluz's spine crackled as the electromagnetic pulse rolled toward him.
Unlike the male, the female didn't need to focus her EMP through specialized forelimbs; her entire body radiated it in a sphere of interference.
From the shore, human observers saw their instruments spike and die.
Drones fell from the air.
Naval ships in the distance blinked into blackness as their systems failed.
Miraluz felt it too; his sensory nodes tingled as the EMP clawed at his bioelectric pathways.
For a lesser Titan, this field could have crippled motor control or interrupted energy channeling.
But Miraluz only narrowed his glowing eyes.
"Roar!"
His response was a bellow that cracked the air like a cannonade.
The sound didn't just echo; it pressed outward in a shockwave.
The dragon's roar wasn't for intimidation; it was a weapon.
The sonic pulse slammed into the female MUTO like a physical wall.
Her charge faltered.
The pressure wave rattled her exoskeleton, spiderwebbing cracks along her armored forelimbs.
The water around her erupted into spray under the impact, but she gritted against it, claws digging forward.
From her POV, the sound wasn't just loud, it was invasive.
It vibrated through her armored carapace, rattling her organs, turning her vision into a strobing mess.
Every nerve fired in chaos, yet she forced herself onward.
Miraluz killed her mate.
That was all that mattered.
She lunged.
Miraluz pivoted sideways in the water, the movement creating a whirlpool of displaced sea.
His tail whipped around for another plasma arc strike, but this time the female ducked low under it, her forelimbs stabbing upward to try and hook his wing joint.
"Persistent insect," Miraluz growled in his mind.
She grabbed on, claws piercing the scaled flesh of his wing membrane.
Miraluz's roar deepened in irritation, and he shifted tactics.
Instead of trying to shake her loose, he surged forward, dragging her along, and then dove beneath the waves.
The sudden shift to underwater combat stole her footing.
The ocean swallowed them both in a roaring maelstrom.
Underwater, the EMP field was even more dangerous.
Electricity diffused differently here, and Miraluz's sensory systems began flickering from interference.
The female tried to take advantage, swinging her massive jaws toward his neck.
But Miraluz had fought in these conditions before.
He clamped one claw around her mandibles before they could close, then drove his other claw into the softer underarmor between her neck plates.
His tail swept low, not in a cutting arc this time, but as a bludgeon.
It smashed into her midsection with a thunderous whump, the impact echoing through the water like an underwater landslide.
The blow dislodged her grip, but not before she raked deep gouges along his shoulder armor.
Greenish blood, not hers, clouded the water.
Above, from the POV of a human naval commander, the ocean's surface bulged and erupted as the two Titans broke back into view, water cascading off their forms like a waterfall.
Miraluz didn't give her time to recover.
He inhaled sharply, energy coalescing in his chest.
The EMP still dulled the charge, but he didn't need full power, just enough precision.
His tail arched upward, glowing with concentrated radiation.
"You end now," he rumbled.
A blast of the radiation lanced forward, a spear of incandescent energy that punched directly into the female MUTO's open maw as she roared in defiance.
From her POV, there was no time to react.
The beam flooded her throat, vaporizing tissue and boiling the fluids in her head before she even understood she'd been struck.
Her vision went white, then black.
BOOM!
The explosion ripped her triangular head apart from within, spraying a horrific mix of ichor and brain matter into the air before both she and the gore splashed back into the sea.
Her body twitched once, then stilled.
Miraluz straightened, sides heaving.
The water around him churned with blood and debris.
"A family should be neat and tidy," he muttered darkly, letting the waves carry the carcasses away.
[You hunted a male MUTO (Titan) and obtained 3,000,000 gene points]
[You hunted a female MUTO (Titan) and obtained 7,000,000 gene points]
Ten million gene points. Not bad.
Titans were worth far more than ordinary monsters, millions of points each, compared to the thousands of lesser beasts provided.
[The earthquake beetle gene "Electromagnetic Pulse Lv1" can be extracted. Extract?]
"Yes."
[Electromagnetic Pulse Lv1 (0/1,000,000)]
Even starting at third-tier strength, it would take millions of points to enhance.
Still, this was his first Titan gene, well worth the cost.
Perhaps the Hollow Earth contained more of them.
Down there, Titans were as common as prey animals, a true treasure trove of power.
A deep, rumbling roar interrupted his thoughts.
Godzilla.
The atomic dinosaur's voice carried a clear message: We're not done.
Miraluz turned, eyes locking on the distant shape rising from the waves.
Godzilla's injuries had closed, and his dorsal fins glowed faintly.
He glared at Miraluz, rumbled something half like a challenge, half like a promise, and then sank back into the deep, retreating from Isla Nublar.
"If you're old, train harder," Miraluz called after him, his voice rolling across the water like distant thunder.
"Next time we meet, bow your head when you stand before a true Titan."
Godzilla didn't respond except for a sharp, irritated snort.
Inwardly, he seethed.
Beaten by a younger Titan?
Unthinkable.
But he had been weakened, woken from hibernation too soon, nuclear reserves low.
Next time, there would be no such weakness.
He turned toward the nearest nuclear power plant.
Humanity's petty machines would pay their protection fee.
The sea swallowed him, and the world waited for round two.
The sea lay still for the first time in days.
No distant roars, no thunder of clashing Titans, only the hiss of waves rolling against the blackened, scorched shores of Isla Nublar.
Miraluz landed heavily on the island, the ground trembling under his bulk.
The battles with the MUTOs had drained him, both physically and in the reserves of power coiled deep within his body.
Yet Isla Nublar was still rich in nuclear radiation.
Perfect for recovery.
He spread his wings wide to soak in the heat from the sun while his body drew in the radiation like a sponge.
The taste of it was sharp, metallic, and invigorating.
Every second, he felt strength creeping back into his limbs, his wounds knitting, his energy surging.
The familiar chime of the system echoed in his mind.
[You have gained 10,000,000 gene points from the hunt. All ten sub gene abilities can be upgraded by one level.]
Power rolled through him in waves as his abilities evolved in sync.
His frame swelled, his dorsal spines lengthened, and the armored plates along his chest thickened into near-impenetrable fortifications.
He now stood at a full 180 meters in length, his height surpassing 90 meters, his mass rivaling Godzilla's own, hundreds of thousands of tons of coiled muscle and plated bone.
[Ding! Congratulations on completing "Godzilla 2014." Reward: 3 Titan Blood Essence.]
The system's voice was calm, but Miraluz could feel the magnitude of the prize.
Titan Blood, most precious of rewards.
And there was more.
From the still-warm corpses of the male and female MUTOs, his subordinates had harvested two additional portions.
Five in total.
Enough to awaken and strengthen the five.
Miraluz lifted his head toward the sky, feeling the thunder in his veins.
But the MUTOs were only the beginning.
From the "Monster Universe" timeline, their deaths would draw out something even more dangerous, the Supreme MUTO, the Alpha of their kind.
That one was no ordinary Titan.
It was an apex hunter, capable of challenging even the most feared.
He remembered the records: the 2014 Godzilla had struggled against it, forced into desperation until humans had tipped the scales in his favor.
Without that help, Godzilla could have fallen, his body turned into an incubator for the Supreme MUTO's spawn, as had happened to the ancient Titan Dagon centuries ago.
Such a foe was worth seeking.
But before the hunt could begin, there was the matter of the humans.
America.
Their warships had fired on him.
Their aircraft had raked his hide with missiles.
They had even considered erasing Isla Nublar with nuclear fire.
Such arrogance demanded an answer.
And they had plenty of tempting targets, nuclear power plants, military bases, nuclear submarines, aircraft carriers.
Each was a banquet of fuel for him and a wound to their pride.
If they wanted to provoke a Titan, then they would taste the consequences.
Three days passed.
The nuclear glow of Isla Nublar dimmed, the radiation absorbed into Miraluz's core until the island felt almost quiet.
The wreckage of nuclear-powered vessels in the bay was stripped of their energy, leaving only twisted metal.
His strength was not only restored, it was enhanced.
When he took to the skies, the air cracked under the beat of his wings.
His destination: Isla Sorna, the new home of the Jurassic Alliance.
The flight was swift.
When he crossed into the island's airspace, dark thunderclouds formed in his wake, spiraling into a protective storm that would linger as a permanent shield over the surrounding waters.
If the humans tried again, they would find themselves in a maelstrom before even glimpsing the shore.
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Grey's POV
The sound was familiar, not the chaotic roar of natural storms, but the deep, rolling cadence of their ruler's power.
"Big brother!" she roared, the cry taken up by the chorus of other dinosaurs on the island.
"Dragon God!" shouted another, a horned ceratopsian stomping in excitement.
From the cliffs, they watched Miraluz descend, lightning tracing along the edges of his wings.
His landing shook the trees, but the fear it inspired was not for his allies, it was a reassurance.
The Dragon God had returned, victorious.
Miraluz strode inland, acknowledging the calls with a slow nod.
He inspected the island, pleased with what he saw.
The herbivorous herds relocated from Nublar and grazed in the sprawling forests, their numbers healthy and growing.
Near the mountains, the Taotie Beast King's massive burrow was nearly complete, its soldiers already patrolling the territory.
Then came the most unexpected sight, rows of massive eggs, each glowing faintly from within.
The parthenogenesis potion he had distributed had worked.
Even without males, the females of the Alliance had laid their first clutches.
Within weeks, the next generation of the Jurassic Alliance would hatch, swelling their numbers.