That confusion infecting Ichi quickly transformed, the center head sniffing madly and tilting his head back. He hissed at the familiar stench. He growled at the familiar tremors of the earth.

Everything else familiar about him had taken a stark, horrifying change.

Crystal houses and towers and buildings somehow still standing all came crumbling down. But not in a collapsing pile of rubble. Oh, no… they were melted. The sheer heat radiating from his body turned every last structure into molten rock. His arms swayed forward, each limb coated in bright white veins, his body consumed in those veins. In those flames.

His gargantuan foot rose upon the earth and then crushed it, melting the entirety of the street into a pool of liquid rock. The power broiling inside of him consumed every inch of his body, pulsating and humming with untamed fury as he grew closer and closer. As the intensity of the heat only increased, and never died down. Until all the buildings melted and left nothing to hide him any longer.

And Godzilla made his fury known by roaring into Ghidorah’s storm.

His head was fully consumed in the white and rainbow flames, his eyes on fire and the veins devouring every last vestige of his form. It was if he was given one last breath of life, with the power exploding inside of him finally being set free. King Ghidorah hastily turned to face him, echoing a cackle of cries that didn’t even make Godzilla flinch.

Instead, he dipped his head and let that power flow free. The white lightning danced up and down his dorsal plates, the rainbow veins across his spine rapidly changing colors as the pulses in the air gradually increased in sound. In strength. In power of the Elements of Harmony.

Twilight recognized that power, lifting her horn in one last act to save her friends. Her magic ignited, and in a flash, they were all safely teleported away.

Just as Godzilla erupted.

The first pulse knocked the wind out of Ghidorah, a harmonic blast of raw heat and radiation and something even more powerful washing across several hundred yards of the Crystal Empire. Buildings and crystals were vaporized in the blast, a wall of pure whiteness shrouded in rainbows consuming everything in Godzilla’s path.

Especially King Ghidorah.

He raised his wings to shield himself, but that did nothing. The harmonic pulse vaporized Ghidorah’s wings, leaving burning stumps with white flames devouring the bones that remained. The Devil cried out, faltering and losing his balance. He fell onto his back, all three heads shrieking in what could have been identified as panic—perhaps even fear—before they unloaded a trio of gravity and chaos beams onto Godzilla’s chest.