For many years, all manner of catastrophic events had always taught the Japanese people a few things.
When monsters made landfall, do not go near the sea. Do not dig useless things like air-raid shelters. And if escape was truly impossible, do your best to pick a place where your body could remain intact.
Such as inside a sturdy vehicle, or in a solid coffin prepared beforehand.
Then, even if you died, at least your corpse would still be whole. If you were lucky enough that some family or friends survived, there would be someone to mourn you.
But when it came to the appearance of monsters, no amount of preparation was ever enough.
Especially today, when King Ghidorah, the Sky Dragon God, collided with Godzilla, the Overlord of the Sea. There were no longer many people in Tokyo left to admire their majestic forms, because they had all been nuked flat.
The hydrogen bomb had not harmed the monsters. On the contrary, it was more like pouring oil onto a blazing fire.
Godzilla, its entire body glowing red, rammed King Ghidorah with its shoulder, apparently intending to throw it off balance. But the latter was a flying creature; by beating its wings to add force to the collision, it instead made Godzilla stumble back two steps.
"Roar!!!"
Seeing that it had gained the upper hand, King Ghidorah grew delighted and impatiently cried out to challenge its opponent. It was probably the monster equivalent of a human saying, "Come at me!"
Godzilla, meanwhile, was the type to let its actions speak louder than its threats. It generally did not roar for no reason, instead spending all its strength on action.
Behind it were pentagonal dorsal fins like those of a Stegosaurus, stretching from the back of its head all the