May 2014 — Monarch Command, Undisclosed Location
The footage ran for the sixth time that day.
Blue fire.
Tidal waves swallowing the coast.
And that roar — echoing through every global broadcast like the sound of the planet itself exhaling after centuries of sleep.
Godzilla.
The name filled briefing rooms and war councils.
Some whispered it with awe, others with dread.
To Monarch, it was confirmation — the world's first public Titan event.
But to those who had been watching the jungles of Borneo, it meant something else.
MONARCH INTERNAL MEMO – EYES ONLY
Classification: Level 8
Subject: Titanus Serpentis — Behavioral Shift
Filed By: Dr. Graham, Lead Xenobiologist
"Approximately forty hours after the San Francisco emergence, Serpentis activity increased tenfold. Seismic patterns match resonance frequencies emitted during Godzilla's surfacing.
Subject has begun shallow migration north — not toward civilization, but toward coastal zones linked to subterranean Hollow Earth conduits.
Recommend observation, not engagement. If Serpentis is listening, we may be witnessing inter-Titan communication."
In the Basin
Rain again.
Always rain.
It drummed across his armored scales, tracing the ridges of his body like fingers over ancient stone. The jungle was swollen, the rivers thick with silt.
The Hollow Serpent stirred in his den — eyes half-open, body half-buried beneath the roots of an ancient strangler fig.
He had felt it — the roar from across the ocean.
The sound didn't reach his ears; it struck the hollow of his chest, vibrating through the bone and blood. It was a message written not in sound, but in memory.
You are not alone.
He rose slowly, coils sliding over rock, shedding water like liquid metal.
The pulse of the world had changed.
The balance had shifted.
Monarch Field Team Echo-9 — Audio Log (Recovered)
FIELD TECH 1: "We've got movement, massive — thirty clicks from the river delta."
FIELD TECH 2: "Is it heading toward the coast?"
FIELD TECH 1: "No. It's circling. Almost like it's… looking for something."
FIELD COMMAND: "Maintain distance. Do not engage. Serpentis has shown pattern recognition. He remembers aggression."
FIELD TECH 2: "Jesus. It's looking right at the drone."
FIELD TECH 1: "It's not attacking— it's just watching."
FIELD COMMAND: "Watching? What do you mean watching—"
(static)
The flying thing hummed like an insect, its metal shell gleaming through the rain.
He did not fear it.
He only observed.
Its movement was ungraceful, unhidden — machines never learned the language of stillness.
He tilted his head, tongue tasting the air — a faint ozone trail, the signature of its energy core.
He remembered this scent from long ago. The humans.
Their tools. Their reach.
He should have destroyed it.
But something in him… hesitated.
Curiosity overruled instinct.
He coiled his body tightly, pressing his head low until his snout almost touched the machine. His eye, the color of molten amber, reflected its camera lens.
And for a moment, it was unclear which one of them was studying the other.
Then, deliberately, the serpent turned away — sinking back into the river's dark.
Not yet.
MONARCH COMMAND – INTERNAL DISCUSSION TRANSCRIPT
GRAHAM: "He's aware of us. Not hostile, but aware."
LARSEN: "He's displaying restraint. That drone was within strike range."
GRAHAM: "He's choosing not to attack. That's intelligence."
LARSEN: "Then we're sitting on a creature that can learn. Adapt. Hide. And maybe—think."
GRAHAM: "Exactly. Which means if the world is watching Godzilla, we have to ask what the others are watching."
Silence followed.
The only sound was the faint hum of the recording equipment.
Then, finally, Graham spoke again.
"Serpentis didn't roar. Didn't challenge. He's waiting. Which makes me think… he's listening."
Later That Night
Lightning again.
The storm had returned, coiling around the valley like smoke.
Serpentis rested in shallow water, half-hidden beneath reeds and mud.
The Blood Orchid energy inside him pulsed softly — a faint red glow beneath the skin, like a heartbeat you could see.
He felt… restless.
Not from hunger. Not from fear.
But from anticipation.
Something vast and unseen was aligning above him, far beyond his jungle.
He could sense the pull of ocean currents shifting as the sea-king moved.
And beneath it all — the hum of human panic spreading across their world like fire.
They had finally remembered the old truths.
Titans are not myths.
The world belongs to the old blood.
He closed his eyes again, letting the rain wash over him.
His mind drifted — not asleep, but in the space between instinct and reason.
The sea calls the storm.
The storm wakes the earth.
And the earth… remembers me.
MONARCH SUMMARY REPORT – FINAL REMARKS
"Titanus Serpentis remains in Borneo. No escalation, no direct aggression. However, seismic resonance and Hollow Earth signals suggest increasing sensitivity to trans-Pacific energy surges — most likely tied to Godzilla's movements.
Dr. Graham's team has voted to suspend any further containment attempts.
Her final note reads simply:
'We've awakened two minds. One speaks with thunder. The other watches in silence. The question is — which one learns faster?'"