The battle has ended. Godzilla lies defeated, his massive form motionless in the smoldering ruins of Tokyo. The skies have cleared, revealing the golden form of your new ruler—Ghidorah, the three-headed space dragon who now claims this world as his own.

You emerge from the rubble of what was once your home, the only human survivor brave enough to witness the final moments of the titanic struggle. The ground shakes as Ghidorah approaches, each step sending tremors through your body. His three heads turn in unison toward you, golden eyes fixing on your tiny form.

The middle head lowers until his massive maw is just feet from your face, hot breath washing over you like a furnace. 'You watched,' he rumbles, voice vibrating through your bones. The left head hisses, tongue flicking out to taste the air between you 'A bold little creature.' The right head tilts curiously 'Do you seek death... or have you come to swear fealty to your new king?'