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"Father, is this smoke from the volcano choking him?"
After a moment, one of the young dinosaur-men looked up at the adult beside him, confusion in his eyes.
The adult, now aware, cuffed the cub on the head with his hand.
"You want a beating? How dare you speak such blasphemy! How could the great Father God be choked? His voice must carry deep meaning—a revelation, perhaps. The elder surely knows what it signifies."
The young dinosaur held his head, blinking back tears of frustration, yet dared not argue.
The dinosaur elder, looking up at Godzilla on the mountaintop, saw his figure half-shrouded in red-gray smoke, and heard the rumbling "cough" resonate through the sky.
After a stunned silence, the elder turned to his tribe and declared, excitedly and solemnly:
"Father God is warning the invading evil aliens! This thunderous sound is a sign!"
"At the same time, it's also a new guide from Father God. As the people of the great God of Lava and Earth, we must be fearless! Brave lava warriors, go forth and show the poisonous invaders what true warriors are!"
The dinosaur elder raised his bumpy black stone scepter high, his voice echoing.
At his words, the dinosaur-men cheered, their eyes gleaming with fervor. The elder was the tribe's priest, the closest one to Father God; his interpretation of the revelation was beyond doubt.
Look! The Father God truly is watching them!
Yes, in the swirling smoke at the crater's edge, James's two massive eyes glowed with fiery intensity, fixed on the dinosaur people gathered below.
In the dimness of the world around them, the sight of those enormous, fiery eyes sparked fervent cries from the dinosaur people.
Under the rallying call of their strongest leaders, the tribe surged forward toward the battlefield, now accompanied by elders and even children. The atmosphere had transformed into one of pure fanaticism.
Their Father God was watching them. This belief filled their hearts, banishing all fear.
Watching from above, James blinked in astonishment as the entire tribe—young, old, and strong alike—dashed toward the battlefield as if possessed.
"What the heck? Did these brainless little guys lose it? Why are they charging into battle like this all of a sudden?"
Wide-eyed, James suspected he understood the cause. Still, this was wild.
Primitive belief really was dangerous. All he'd done was cough from the smoke, and they'd taken it as a divine call to arms.
James was speechless.
Now that events had escalated beyond control, he had no choice but to go along with it. James took a deep breath and began to descend the mountain.
With each heavy step, the ground sank, rocks tumbling and lava sparks flying up from where his massive feet pressed down.
As the prehistoric giant, James, moved, he declared his power to the world for the first time.
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The river had begun to spill onto the land, driven by the sea beasts behind the shark-men who wielded control over water.
As the water spread, it smothered the burning plains, cooling the intense heat. Where the mountain's magma met the river, thick white steam billowed into the sky, quickly blanketing the battlefield in a dense fog.
Within this watery mist, the dinosaur people stepped through the lava, wading into knee-deep river water and clashing fiercely with the aquatic invaders.
Elsewhere, the snake-men and their monstrous serpent kin were shrouding the battleground in toxic fumes, transforming it into a deadly miasma swamp.
Under the colorful veil of poison, all three tribes charged forward, gripped by battle-frenzy.
James observed the battlefield from his position at the mountain's base, studying the combat patterns of these three primitive races.
There was no structure or order to their fighting—giant beasts and humanoids fought each other without regard for rank or role.
Yet, something about their combat styles surprised him.
The dinosaur warriors, when engaged, had veins bulging and muscles swelling, making them seem even more imposing. Some of the larger, four-meter-tall leaders could crush a twenty-meter serpent's skull with a single punch. Their leaps carried them twenty or thirty meters high, defying belief.
The snake-men were no less formidable. Though smaller than the dinosaurs, each snake-man's venom could corrode the tough hide of a dinosaur, as though doused in concentrated acid. Even the strongest dinosaur struggled to endure too much of the venom.
As for the shark-men, they were savage in their own way, fighting alongside sea creatures like massive octopuses, adding unpredictable patterns to their attacks. Their physical strength was on par with the dinosaurs, and they outnumbered the dinosaur people.
Consequently, it wasn't long before the dinosaur warriors, though valiant, began to suffer heavy losses on the battlefield, their numbers dwindling quickly.
Faith and fearlessness alone were not enough; war spared no one, and this brutal age held many fearless fighters among extraordinary races.
Could this be what they called the glory of a warrior?
Watching the carnage, James stood back, unmoving. He'd descended to the mountain's foot, the Lava Mountains with their molten rivers stretched out behind him.
There, where the rivers of lava met the flowing river, James prepared to act.
But he planned to test his true power first—brute force was too blunt an instrument, and he wanted to avoid harming his devoted followers in the process.
Taking a deep breath, James closed his eyes, focusing inward to sense the energy flowing through his colossal body.
Then he began to gather it, slowly and deliberately.
As James channeled the energy, he briefly lost awareness of the world around him.
Meanwhile, from the volcanic mountain range behind him, streams of molten lava flowed like rivers, converging on his location. The fiery magma climbed up James's massive frame, covering his legs, torso, back, and head.
Absorbing the lava as if drinking in liquid life, James's body seemed to glow with intense, radiant heat. Intricate, rune-like patterns appeared across his skin, his entire form shimmering with fiery luminosity.
Gradually, the surrounding air temperature spiked. Nearby rivers vaporized instantly, disappearing without a trace of steam, as the heat radiated outward in waves.
Finally, as James opened his eyes, a red aura pulsed beneath him, erupting in a blinding flash.
The red circle of light expanded outward at incredible speed, breaking the sound barrier with a deafening boom. Stones and debris flew up from the impact, and within moments, a blinding ring of fire spread outward from James.
All water within five kilometers of him evaporated instantly, turning the landscape into a hellscape of molten lava.
In the radius of the red halo, everything burned. The dinosaur warriors caught in the wave were instantly set ablaze, transforming into fiery silhouettes, their roars filling the air.
Nothing within the aura's reach was spared.
For a brief, terrible moment, time seemed frozen as the land around James was transformed into a blazing wasteland. Snake-men, basilisks, shark-men, sea creatures—every living being in the five-kilometer radius disintegrated into ashes, leaving behind nothing but scorched earth.