Gojira Ultima: A roar echoed from everywhere in the ruins of Tokyo, and a red pillar, as if bombarded, rose up, trailed a long red tail, and then faded away in the wind. It stood there simply, stepping over the wreckage of Tokyo Station in the crimson-tinted landscape. It was waiting to happen there. It had arrived at the space it was meant to reach and was waiting for time to catch up with it. It was staring into the void. It was both large and small. Size was originally irrelevant. What was reflected in its eyes was fraying. While we were looking at it, the fraying was stretching and shrinking, and various sights were peeking out beyond the fraying. The fraying is slowly moving around the body in the wind that surrounds it. It is this fraying that it has been seeking. The fraying is now in front of it. It slowly turns its head and follows the trail of the fraying. When it could no longer turn its head, it turned its face forward and waited for the fraying to flow in front of it again. It was not what I had expected to find in the fraying that I had sought. I had expected something more like a huge wall or a light that would burn up the space. There was only a single frayed thread, like a drifting thread. But the fraying dances freely and repeatedly moves in unpredictable ways. For the viewer of the determined future, the unpredictable movement means that the fray is moving without regard to its various destinies. The fray was moving without regard to its destiny. It was now at the top of a giant tree that originated on the seafloor off the coast of Boso. Its thickest trunk extended across Tokyo Bay to this spot, and at the tips of its finer branches, radon and anguillas were strung together. The temporal and spatial totality was its body. From a hyperspatial point of view, the tree had extended its branches in all directions from its starting point off the coast of Boso toward space, creating points of contact with various parts of the earth. The earth was being enveloped in red dust, and its totality continued to grow. Once again, three times, the frayed edges of destiny danced before our eyes. It was beginning to feel Tokyo as its own body. Things smaller than beasts are being born, transforming the land into a form suitable for itself. Rivers are filling up, and the overflowing water quietly pushes away the products of past civilizations. New types of vegetation rapidly expanded their bodies, pushing aside their companions and displacing their enemies. The ground was rising, transforming itself into forms that made it easier for them to move and live. The entire land of Tokyo was becoming its skin, the soil its flesh. Since the SDF's general attack, there has been no significant organized resistance. Nor could it be organized. Vehicle transport, whether for combat or resupply, was no longer possible, and helicopter operations were no longer feasible in the thickening red dust. Tokyo, as seen from the sky, was covered by a pancake of red dust, with a rapidly rising red wall at the outer edge, moving forward at about 30 km/h. The movement of the red wall was caused by the atmospheric conditions. The movement of the red wall was dependent on atmospheric conditions and ground.
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