───「 Human POV 」───
Inside the Osaka-Command Headquarters, personnel at all levels coordinated the remote mobilization of all large transport vehicles in Nagoya City, preparing for the final anti-Godzilla operation.
Explosives had been planted in every underground structure, primed to trigger a colossal pitfall the moment Godzilla entered the city. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
After taking a direct hit from the railgun, Godzilla had changed course, moving deeper into the mainland and using the mountain ranges as cover. But this maneuver had been anticipated.
Godzilla was intelligent. It understood the necessity of evasion, seeking refuge in the mountains and the ocean—both natural defenses against railgun strikes. If it entered the sea, the navy would engage. If it chose the mountains, the army was ready.
Along the shortest path to Nagoya, conventional artillery regiments had been stationed, primed to provoke Godzilla into using its atomic breath, depleting its energy reserves. Even if it bypassed the mountains, long-range rocket artillery could still lure it into an engagement. And if it refused to be drawn out, hours of relentless bombardment would still wear it down.
The navy had already proven that sustained fire could yield results. Ten minutes of continuous shelling had warped one percent of its armored hide. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Whether it was lured, forced, or chose to march through the mountains on its own, the result would be the same—Godzilla would burn through its energy reserves before reaching Nagoya. Now, reality was unfolding exactly as planned. Humanity's counteroffensive was about to begin.
───「 GODZILLA POV 」───
Godzilla pressed forward through the mountains it had melted, forging ahead toward Nagoya. Lava, dust, and charred remnants trailed behind it. Catastrophe shadowed its every step, and destruction was its birthright.
To humanity, it was the God of Destruction. But from Godzilla's perspective, annihilation was not its true purpose.
It was a shame.
The ancient mountains crumbled beneath its might. Even Godzilla found it regrettable.
Destruction was never the goal—it was merely a means.
If there were another way, it would have taken it. But since it had come this far, there was no turning back. To stop now would dishonor those who had already perished.
The tiny humans who had fallen would not die in vain.
Godzilla was unlike its counterpart from another dimension. This destruction was not about vengeance.
It was about rebirth.
Emerging from the smoky haze of its own making, Godzilla pressed on toward Nagoya, taking advantage of the mountainous terrain to unleash long-range atomic breath upon the coastal cities in its path.
One by one, they fell.
From the merged city of Fujieda-Itagawa to the towns of Fukuroi and Handa, Godzilla left nothing but smoldering ruins. Since making landfall, it had obliterated five cities.
Yet, the mission counter remained at zero.
Godzilla tilted its massive head slightly. A pity.
It seemed these smaller cities didn't count as primary objectives. Still, clearing them had consumed time. No matter. It had reached Nagoya before sunset.
Since awakening at 21:00 the previous night, it had spent fifteen hours coming ashore, then another five hours crossing from Shizuoka to Nagoya.
Not too slow.
At 17:42, the skyline of Nagoya's vast metropolitan area finally came into view—towering skyscrapers and endless streets stretching far beyond the horizon.
Nagoya. One of the four major super metropolitan zones of the Far East, alongside Osaka, Tokyo, and Hokkaido.
A megacity spanning over 100 kilometers, home to more than 50 million people.
The stage was set.