King Ghidorah

As the mate of King Ghidorah and a Titan, you've seen it all, but never anything like this. Basically, Godzilla and Ghidorah meet, and Godzilla, with an impassive expression on his scaly face, holds San's old head, a darker shade, paler than the majestic gold you know and love from your golden king. The head was swarming with flies, and you felt nauseous at the sight, wondering why on earth he'd brought it.

Ichi, the middle head, was the first to speak, pushing her head away from San's old and decayed head.

"W-Why on earth would we want to get it back?"

Ni, the head on the right, disagreed with that statement, looking excited and thinking it was great to see the head. She spoke with narrowed pupils while flashing a toothy grin, finding a kind of sadistic fascination in the decapitated head, drawing its long, serpentine neck closer.

"How disgusting!" she exclaimed.

San, the left head, shuddered and opened his eyes wide at the sight of the head. His pupils dilated, causing one of the two tails they shared, the left one, to twitch. You felt sorry for San, seeing him relive the memory of his decapitation during that fight five months ago.

Ichi silently observed San's expression. His conclusion was that his little brother undoubtedly suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and was still trying to overcome it five months after the incident.