In 1954, Godzilla rose from the depths, alarming humanity and sending them into a panic. However, the massive Titan hadn't awakened to destroy them, but to defend Earth from the threats, not of this world.
For years Godzilla fought and defended the...
Beowulf sniffed the air, taking in whiffs of the smoke emerging from the collapsed entrance. Hidden within the smoke was an unfamiliar scent. Something putrid and alarming. It smelled of death and poison.
Beowulf stepped closer to the collapsed mountain, ignoring the Outpost and sniffing the blocks of ice.
His ears perked up when he heard ice breaking beneath the surface.
The remains of the tunnel were still hot enough to melt the ice, and his presence was enough to freeze it quicker than it would naturally take.
The titans ears twitched back at the sound of crunching snow; leading the bear to growl. He stood up on his hind legs, roaring at the pile of rubble.
The crunching became louder, growing in intensity and numbers.
Beowulf eyed a specific block of ice starting to lift. It fell over, followed by another, and another.
The bear raised a claw, about to slice at the snow until a quick shadow flew past the sun.
The bear held up its arm in defense as a blood red kaiju came flying directly at him, it's wings slicing through the air and quickly shooting into the bears chest.
Beowulf was taken back, stumbling a few steps before the ice cracked beneath his feet and he fell backwards.
The bear Titan instantly sliced the kaiju away, smacking it into the crevasse they fought in.
Beowulf rolled over and got to his feet again, showing off his size along with his heavy coat of fur and thick ice that aligned his body. He let out another ferocious roar to his enemy, until he felt the cold hit his chest.
Like a needle to his heart, it was an annoyance too great to simply ignore. He looked down to see a small spot of red on his chest. The fur around the wound was gone, leaving a small bite like incision on his chest.
Beowulf wiped his claw across the wound, picking up a trail of blood. Instantly the liquid started to spread over his palm, forcing the bear to smear the substance on the ground.
Again the Titan roared out before taking off after the kaiju who stepped out of the hole it had made with its body.
The red kaiju shook with rage, having changed its form to that of one without wings. Instead growing pincers and a pair of twin sharp like appendages from its back that loomed over its shoulders.
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Beowulf charged at the monster before realizing another was watching from atop the crevasse.
The bear stopped his charge, sliding in the ice and stabbing his claws into the ground, coming to a halt.
He then spotted a third to his left, also watching from the edge of the crevasse.
His eyes picked up more ice moving from above, leaving the Titan to question just how many of these things had survived.
