Read The Bridge
 
“I know you can hear me X, so remember and wake the hell up!”
 
The glow on X’s eyes subsided and his face frozen, his eyes slamming shut as he painfully grimaced. After several tense moments and harsh breathing, the kaiju snapped his head back up to a neutral expression. Through all the haze and the static, he’d recognized an ally’s voice. The visions had subsided, he could see and hear again. Monster X looked around with a clear look of confusion on his face as he stopped pushing against his friend.
 
“… Gigan? What’s, what’s going on? There was this voice and-”
 
His eyes widened as Gigan spied a yellow glow crossing his face. Without warning, X gripped Gigan’s forearms and threw his weight to the side, tossing the cyborg out of the way. The Xilin kaiju didn’t have time to dodge for himself.
 
“Watch out!”
 
Triple, lightning like beams of gravitons slammed into Monster X and threw him across the chamber and against the wall in a loud crash, as Gigan tumbled across the floor. Mist spewing out from his maws, Grand King Ghidorah’s uttered a low chuckle through the frigid air. Stepping over and crushing some rubble dislodged from the wall during the fight underfoot, Ghidorah cocked an eyebrow as the smoke kicked up by X’s impact began to clear.
 
“So, I sensed you called for me whelp?…”
 
The smoke and rubble cleared, Monster X fell out of the imprint he’d made on the wall as more shards of his armor was shed. Blood dripping from his maw like drool, surging pain ripped through his back. Something was trying to force its way out of his torso armor. He clenched his hands against the floor, claws visibly growing in size and stabbing into the obsidian as the muscles powering through their stressed with tightened veins. Tails lashing like whips, he glared at the golden dragon with blazing eyes, while climbing to his feet. X had completely lost it. A roar not of his own shook the temple.
 
“Ghidoooooraaaaaaaah!”
 
Psychic and gravitational energy strangled the entire chamber as it coursed out of the berserk kaiju like an explosion. The walls began to rumble and crack, as visible strands of energy coiled around the bleeding X. Many pieces of debris were blown away by gale force winds, sent flying in all directions. King Ghidorah sneered, energy crackling in one of his maws before firing another barrage of graviton beams. The energy around X magnified just before impact. Snarling, he threw a viscous, energy charged back hand and deflected the attack into a nearby wall. Despite his hand smoking, X showed no sign of pain as he kicked off the ground and sprinted forward towards a surprised Ghidorah. The golden drake recognized the shape X’s aura was forming, and remembered. How could he forget? He fought that shape over three centuries ago. An apocalyptic clash almost split a continent apart with no clear winner. But of anything in the millions of eons King Ghidorah had encountered, that shape was one of only two that nearly killed him. And somewhere in the black pit the golden dragon had for a soul, amidst torrents of rage and loathing he bore for what monstrosity was rapidly approaching its advent, he was afraid of it. Eyes widened, King Ghidorah flapped his broad wings to try and back up as the black and pale kaiju closed in. Energy flared across Monster X’s eyes and Ghidorah’s maws before a flash of purple light blinded the hall.
 
In that split second, Monster X was gone.