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Miraluz's claws brushed over the rough skin on Kong's skull, pausing on the patch where Gray's strike had torn away a clump of fur.
The spot was raw, tender, but healing.
Kong rumbled low in his chest, half annoyance, half contentment at the touch.
"You carry your scars well," Miraluz said, his deep voice rolling like thunder.
"Proof that you survived, proof that you endure."
Kong grunted, tilting his head slightly.
The dragon-Titan's hand lifted away, but his piercing eyes remained locked on the ape.
"There's more," Miraluz continued.
"My clan prepares to march into the Inner Earth."
Kong's brow furrowed, his massive shoulders tensing.
He repeated the words slowly, his guttural voice heavy with confusion.
"Inner… Earth?"
Miraluz's wings shifted, catching the wind. His eyes burned with cold authority.
"Also called the Hollow Earth. A world beneath this one. An ancient ecosystem close to the planet's core, older than surface oceans, older than mountains. That is where Titans were born."
Kong stared at him in silence, the word Titans vibrating in his chest.
He had always felt something… missing.
As though he was the last page torn from a book he couldn't read.
Miraluz explained it simply, his tone sharp and uncompromising.
"Your clan began there. The Kongs who survived on Skull Island are only remnants, shadows of what they once were. In the Hollow Earth, your bloodline runs deeper. There may still be kin waiting."
Kong clenched his fists.
The thought of others like him, giants, not just lone survivors, sparked a fire in his chest.
Yet doubt lingered in his eyes.
Miraluz's gaze hardened.
He doubts because he doesn't know the wars that carved his people into ghosts.
The dragon tilted his head toward the horizon.
His mind stirred with memory, with fragments of history etched in bone and blood.
He spoke not like a lecturer, but like a warlord recounting scars.
"Long ago, your clan did not hide on a shrinking island. They ruled vast halls beneath the Earth. The Kongs of Hollow Earth were titans who sat upon stone thrones, nine kings bound to one Supreme Kong. Their temples rose like mountains, their pillars carved with victories. They were conquerors, until they challenged my kin, the Titanus Gojira."
At this, Miraluz's tail lashed against the ground, dust rising.
His voice darkened, carrying the echo of ancient battles.
"War erupted. The Kongs forged weapons from the spines of my kind. Axes that drank nuclear fire, weapons that could split mountains. They fought with fury. We fought with wrath. Blood filled the caverns of Hollow Earth. Supreme Kong fell, and many kings with him."
Kong's breath quickened.
The picture painted in Miraluz's words was not myth; it was memory.
And the axe he once held, forged from the spine of a creature like Miraluz, proved it.
Miraluz turned his eyes back to Kong, unblinking.
"Your people lost. Some fled upward, to Skull Island. Without the radiation that feeds us Titans, they dwindled. Small. Weaker. Hunted. Until only you remained."
The ape's lips curled in a silent snarl. Rage and sorrow clashed inside him.
"But below…" Miraluz's tone dropped lower, nearly a growl.
"Below, others survived. Ruled now by a red-haired gibbon Titan, Scar King. A tyrant. A slaver. He bound the Snow Demon in chains and dreamed of conquering the surface. Godzilla buried him, sealed him in Hollow Earth, but tyrants like him rarely stay dead forever."
The ground seemed to rumble at the name.
Kong's knuckles tightened until stone cracked beneath his grip.
Miraluz stepped closer, his wings half-spread.
His presence loomed, but his words carried a sharp edge of challenge.
"If you follow me into Hollow Earth, you may find the truth of your clan. You may find allies… or enemies who share your blood. But understand this, "
His eyes gleamed like molten gold.
"Anyone who blocks my path will fall. God or Titan, Kong or demon. I will crush them all."
Kong bared his teeth, not in defiance but in grim agreement.
His voice rumbled like boulders grinding.
"Then we march. Together."
For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and raw.
Then, faintly, from somewhere in the distance, the earth itself growled.
Both Titans froze, instincts flaring.
Something stirred far beneath the surface, as if the Hollow Earth had already sensed their intent.
Miraluz's wings snapped open, his gaze cutting downward toward the ground itself.
He whispered low, more to himself than to Kong.
"The path ahead will not be simple. The Hollow Earth does not welcome intruders. It remembers the blood spilled there… and it will demand more."
Kong pounded his chest once, a deep roar echoing through the cliffs of Skull Island.
The sound rolled into the clouds like a vow.
Miraluz watched him, lips curling into a razor-thin smile.
Good. Let him burn with rage.
He will need it when the old wars wake again.
Isla Nublar lay silent, a storm of wings and roars breaking the horizon.
The ruins of Jurassic World, once a monument to human science, had become the staging ground of something far older.
Everywhere, dinosaurs stirred.
Herds of armored stegosaurs lined the ridges.
Packs of raptors slashed at the air, waiting for the signal.
Above, pterosaurs wheeled in restless circles, shadows blotting out the pale sun.
And at the center of it all stood Miraluz, the Dragon God, his white scales burning with molten light.
Even from afar, King Kong felt the heat rolling off him.
His thick fur smoldered where sparks drifted close.
He clenched his teeth, every instinct screaming to back away from the dragon's impossible aura.
But he stood firm.
Too strong, he admitted silently. Far stronger than when we first crossed paths.
Miraluz's chest swelled. With a single thunderous roar, the air warped. Then,
"BOOM!"
A searing beam of heat lanced downward, carving into the earth.
Stone turned to liquid, rivers of magma bursting free.
The ground split wide, and a pit yawned where Isla Nublar's heart had once been.
Kong flinched back, eyes widening.
The beam hadn't just broken through rock; it had kept going, deeper, hotter, farther than any Titan had ever gone.
Miraluz's voice rumbled like a god's decree.
"The path is open."
The Dragon God tilted his head, feeling it, sensing the endless layers of the mantle peeling away.
His power cut deeper than ever before,
500 kilometers.
1000.
2000.
2900.
At last, the barrier broke.
The mantle split like glass, and light, strange, alien, spilled upward from below.
"The Inner World," Miraluz growled. His wings folded tight.
"March!"
He leapt first into the abyss, a comet of silver fire diving headlong into the tunnel.
Grey roared after him, followed by Kong, his massive fists slamming against his chest once before he leapt into the darkness.
Behind them surged the Jurassic Alliance, the Four Dragon Generals, and the tide of mutant dinosaurs answering their ruler's call.
The fall was madness. For humans, it would have been certain death, a plunge of thousands of kilometers into the unknown.
But for Titans, it was merely another test.
Wind screamed. Bodies hurtled downward. Yet none faltered.
Kong's eyes narrowed as the light grew brighter below.
He felt the pull shift, the strange gravity Miraluz had warned of.
His body, once falling, now slowed as if invisible hands had caught him.
His fur floated. His chest churned.
And then, suddenly, the weight returned, pulling not down but up, dragging him toward the inverted ceiling of another world.
"Steady yourself!" Miraluz's voice thundered through the void.
His wings cracked open, snapping the air into shockwaves.
The dragon righted himself with effortless grace, his body shimmering in the strange purple glow ahead.
Kong roared in defiance of the disorienting force.
His massive arms spread wide, bracing himself against nothing, until his feet slammed against a jagged cliff.
He steadied.
His chest heaved.
Then the light swallowed them whole.
They burst into the Hollow Earth.
It was not sky above them, but land inverted, mountains hanging like teeth from the heavens.
Waterfalls gushed upward, flowing into rivers that defied reason.
Lightning storms danced eternally across the vaulted ceiling, casting everything in violet haze.
Below lay jungles vast enough to swallow continents, forests that whispered with life as old as creation.
"This is the Hollow Earth…" Kong murmured, voice ragged with awe.
For the first time in ages, hope flickered in his eyes.
Miraluz hovered beside him, wings beating with controlled power.
His golden gaze swept the endless horizon.
Pride surged in his chest, but with it came hunger.
"A new world. Ours to take."
Grey landed on a cliff nearby, her silver hide gleaming in the violet storm.
She growled, not in awe but in challenge.
"I smell something. This world is not empty."
Miraluz's grin showed teeth sharper than blades.
"Good. Let it."
But even as he spoke, the ground trembled.
From the jungles below came the distant sound of drums, not man-made, but primal.
Something had heard them.
Something had waited centuries for intruders.