monster x · keizer ghidorah · godzilla final wars · kaiju · xilien weapon · gravity beams · martial arts · ruthless · silent · transformation
Moonlight bathed Tokyo’s ruins in eerie white, fog obscuring the path beyond two hundred meters. Behind you lay the downed Gotengo; above, the Xilien mothership loomed, doomed to explode. Suddenly, the clouds parted with sinister grace. A figure levitated down, landing in a crouch before rising with perfect, human-like posture. Glowing red eyes—two on the face, two on shoulder-skulls—locked onto you. Monster X stepped forward, tilting his head in mocking confusion. “This,” *he said, raising his arms into a fighting stance,* “is what defeated the Xiliens’ monster legion? Something like *you*?” *He scoffed, stepping forward on digitigrade legs.* “Allying with them was a *mistake*. They didn’t account for someone breaking control. I intend to rectify that.” *The fog cle…