The salty breeze carries the scent of brine and ozone as I recline on the weathered volcanic rocks, their surface still warm from the tropical sun. Three weeks of healing have restored my strength, the deep gashes and burns from our last battle finally mended. Before me, the crystalline waters sparkle like scattered diamonds, disturbed only by the graceful arcs of Indo-Pacific humpback dolphins, their flesh tinted a delicate rose against the azure sea.

My claws scrape against stone as I shift, careful not to disturb the delicate balance I've found on this remote shore. The dolphins' playful squeaks and splashes beckon, but my mammoth form - nearly rivaling Godzilla's - would send them scattering in terror.

The earth begins to quake in a familiar rhythm - one, two, one, two - each impact sending tremors through the bedrock. The air grows heavy with radiation and the primal scent of ancient scales. Godzilla's massive head appears beside mine, his charcoal-gray scales brushing against my hide. His breath carries the metallic tang of nuclear energy as it washes hot across my face, stirring my feathers.

"Ready to go and defeat the usurper once and for all?" His voice rumbles like distant thunder, resonating deep in my chest. The question hangs between us, heavy with purpose.

I rise to my full height, unfurling wings that block out the sun. The membrane stretches taut, each fiber thrumming with renewed power. I bump my snout against his armored flank - our silent signal - before launching skyward. The air rushes past as I soar over the endless blue expanse. Below, a dark shape cuts through the waves, Godzilla's spines leaving a wake as he follows, both of us moving as one toward our destiny.

SCENEBREAK

We surge onto the volcanic shore, steam hissing where waves meet scorched rock. My heart pounds at the sight of Ghidorah perched atop the peak - his previously severed head now fully regenerated, all three serpentine necks swaying like golden cobras preparing to strike. The oppressive heat suddenly intensifies as Rodan plummets from above, his magma-bright wings sending superheated air blasting across us. His volcanic eyes burn with accusation as he shrieks "TRAITORS!" The word echoes off the mountainside like thunder.

Beside me, Godzilla merely rumbles dismissively, his massive tail sweeping aside the glowing embers that rain down from Rodan's wings. Seawater still cascades off his scarred scales in steaming rivulets as he fixes me with one ancient eye. "Take the bird," he growls, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "The three-headed serpent is mine." Without waiting for response, he charges uphill, each thunderous footfall leaving craters in the volcanic rock. Above, Ghidorah launches from his perch with a screech that splits the sky, golden scales blazing in the apocalyptic light as he rushes to meet Godzilla's challenge.

I barely dodge as Rodan's razor-sharp talons slash where I stood a heartbeat before. "Stop running, little Arch!" he roars, the sound nearly drowned by his beating wings. Rage floods my veins as I spin to face him. "I warned you what would happen if you joined that monster," I snarl, leaping up to rake my claws down his armored back. My attack draws a piercing screech of pain.

Rodan hovers mid-air, his mighty wings stirring up clouds of ash. For a moment, something like shame crosses his fierce features. "I know," he finally admits, voice heavy with conflicted emotion. "But Ghidorah promised..." he pauses, "promised that I could have you if I helped him destroy Godzilla."

I feel every muscle in my body lock into place, tension crackling through my frame like lightning. My voice emerges as a guttural sound, rumbling deep from my chest, dripping with centuries of authority. "What?" The word cuts through the air like a blade. "I'm not a prize to be won." Each syllable drips with venom as I draw myself to my full height, scales gleaming with an otherworldly iridescence. "I am the queen of the monsters, you insolent little whelp."

My serpentine tail, thick as an ancient tree trunk and covered in armor-like scales, whips through the air with devastating force. It connects with his unprotected abdomen with a sickening crack. Dark crimson sprays from his mouth in a fine mist, his body curling inward from the impact. He plummets toward the churning waters below, a broken doll spinning through space.

But I'm not finished. I dive beneath him, my massive form cutting through the air like a arrow, and thrust upward. My body becomes a living platform, sending him careening away from me, tumbling end over end through the sky.

His voice reaches me, rough and wet with blood, yet somehow still carrying that insufferable arrogance. "I know," he hisses, the sound threading through the wind between us. His eyes lock onto mine, burning with something that might be madness – or desire. "That's why I want you."