A Plea from Deep Space

It was a night without light. The sky was pitch-black, the moon obscured by dark clouds, without even a trace of starlight. The sea lay silent, broken only by the occasional splash of water stirred up by the passing breeze.

Skull Island was equally quiet, without the slightest sound. The island's king, the handsome Kong who had lived here since ancient times, was snoring loudly in his territory. The island's small animals had been forced by a certain little monster to play hide-and-seek all day, and now they were all exhausted, resting and recovering in their warm little nests.

Little Godzilla was still awake, happily playing with its best friend Mothra. It had obediently gone several days without tearing open the protective net and running off to play.

The only lit area on the entire island was where the Hydra base stood. Artificial lights illuminated the rocks and jungle within a one-mile radius. The soldiers on night watch in the lookout towers were bored out of their minds, trying to stand straight while doing their best to keep their eyelids from drooping.

The island seemed so harmonious and tranquil... until a visitor shattered the atmosphere.

A silver radiance came from beyond the atmosphere, slicing through the murky clouds like a sharp blade. The silvery-white streak plunged downward like an arrow. Violent friction as it passed through the atmosphere formed a hemispherical blaze that wrapped around the silver object like a shield.

It was incredibly fast, and rather than slowing after entering the atmosphere, it accelerated even further.

A few seconds later, the object struck Skull Island's protective barrier with unmatched momentum and terrifying heat.

It was no ordinary meteorite. It contained not only heat and impact, but also an even more powerful and domineering energy. Hydra's energy shield could not