Landing on the earth, King Ghidorah washed away the dust cloud that tried to conceal them from his wicked gaze. He bent low, so low in fact that his chins nearly touched the gravel on the road. He grew so close to the insignificant sight of the ten lives before him that he could smell the blood dripping from their coats. He could practically taste it on his tongues, Ni growling softly while San licked his fangs. Ichi glared ahead, down to the only pony standing and growled at her.

Bon Bon glared right on back at the center head, still holding Lyra in her hooves, refusing to back away or abandon her friends to the fate of this wretched Devil. She could feel the heat on his breath, see the evil in his eyes as soon as all six glared only at her. Death was the only escape now. Ghidorah had them trapped and there was nothing more they could’ve done to stop him. They tried their best, but it wasn’t enough. They trusted Bon Bon, but it wasn’t enough. Now it was just her to face down the Demon, face him down with nothing but her glare and her ever-resilient self.

And that was enough for Bon Bon, enough for her to let Ghidorah know that he would never have her subjugated. Ghidorah didn’t care for that. Not anymore. All he desired was death. Ichi opened his jaws and growled softly to the mare he was ready to consume. She and all who followed her.

Just then… something happened.

Something changed.

Her eyes flicked beyond the heads, beyond Ghidorah. Just for a second… and then she did something she never imagined she would. She did something that confused even Ghidorah.

She smiled.

She smirked…

“Long live… the king…”

… to his arrival.