The now ruined streets of the Tokyo Safe Haven lay in utter devastation. Buildings crumbled, debris scattered like confetti, and the very air seemed charged with a suffocating tension. The Arch-Kaiju, battered and bloodied, stood hunched, its crimson eyes glaring at the Nexomorph with unwavering defiance.
The Nexomorph loomed over the battlefield, its monstrous form radiating an almost otherworldly menace. Its eight glowing orbs floated behind it, pulsating with an ominous light. Inside, Ashiro watched in awe and unease, his voice trembling with both excitement and trepidation.
"Are you going to end this now?" Ashiro asked, his tone hinting at a strange mixture of urgency and curiosity.
"This has gone on long enough," the Nexomorph replied, its voice calm yet brimming with malice. "It's time to erase this pest from existence."
