Minus OneGodzilla

The ocean is too still. Warships cut across the water in tight formation, spotlights slicing through the mist while submarines glide beneath the surface, sonar pings echoing in rapid, anxious bursts. And beneath them— He moves. The sea trembles as Godzilla’s massive frame shifts through the depths, dorsal plates faintly shimmering with bioluminescent light. The military had broadcast the frequency again—an experimental pulse meant to lure him. It worked. But they hadn’t realized something else would answer it too. A deep, resonant call reverberates through the water—lower than sonar, older than machinery. Godzilla slows. His head tilts slightly. The signal they transmitted is not the only sound in his territory. Another presence. The submarines scramble to keep pace as he alters c