A sharp stinging pain in his side was what woke Rodan up sometime later. Blinking his eyes, he tried to sit up. However, the pain was too much and it caused him to roar in agony. Glancing down, he found what appeared to be some kind of metallic skeleton that the humans had all over the place impaling him through the right side of his gut. It somehow miraculously missed all kinds of vital organs and such yet still dealt a lot of damage. Trying to get up again only to get the same result as last time, the Fire Demon whimpered and leaned his head back against a crumbling building. Glancing up, he was surprised by how late it was already. He wondered how long he had been knocked out. At that moment, he heard someone approaching him. Looking off to his left, he saw it was Mothra, the Queen of the Monsters.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" Mothra asked, noticing the metallic skeleton pierced through his gut. Spitting some blood out of his mouth, Rodan wheezed, "Yeah, sure. I'm oka, as you can clearly see here." Unfazed by his tease, the giant moth came over. Grasping the manmade structure, she spoke softly, "Get ready for this. This is gonna hurt a lot." Gulping, the King of the Skies nodded his head and looked away, knowing what was going to happen next. Taking a deep breath as she held on with a firm grip, the Queen of the Monsters yanked on the metallic skeleton with a surprising amount of strength, successfully getting it out. The large prehistoric reptile screeched in anguish, squeezing his bright yellow eyes tightly shut. A moment later, he could feel Mothra placing down some silk to bind the wound and hold it in place. Drawing in huge shaky breaths, he dipped his head gratefully to the Queen before commenting, "Guess that makes us even."

"Nope. I'm not counting this as saving your life. You saved mine once, I shall save yours one day."

"Uh... I clearly could've died if that stayed in any longer."

"You seem fine to me."

Just then, the two Titans heard giant footsteps coming towards them. Neither of them didn't need to look to know who it was. It was quit obvious that it was none other than Godzilla, King of the Monsters. It wasn't long until he arrived at the scene. Based on the blood dripping down from numerous wounds to his head and body, Rodan presumed that the fight must've tooken a toll on him. The question that was on his mind though was where in the world was Ghidorah. Straightening up a little while ignoring the pain in his side, he rasped, "What happened?" Panting and not answering the prehistoric reptile's question at first, the overgrown lizard replied, "I might've accidentally whacked you with my rail. Sorry bout that pal."

"That's okay, no serious harm done," Rodan joked, weakly smiling despite the agony he was feeling right now. Looking around, he asked his next question, "Seriously though. What happened after you knocked me out of the sky?" Gazing down at the prehistoric reptile, Godzilla explained, "I will admit, the False King put up a really good fight. But there is no way he can defeat me that easily. Do not worry Rodan, that monster will never bother you again." Confused by the King's words, the Fire Demon murmured, "I don't follow. What do you mean?" Without too long of a hesitation, the overgrown lizard answered solemnly, "Ghidorah is no more than a memory. He has been vanquished." His heart pounding, the One Born of Fire mumbled, "You mean he's... dead?"

"Yes, Ghidorah is dead. He shall never hold control over you again. You're free."

It felt like someone had taken one of Gigan's claws and stabbed Rodan right through his heart. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Ghidorah was dead. That meant Ichi was gone. So was Ni. And San. His yellow eyes watering up, the large prehistoric reptile began to cry. His tears stung his skin while the flames on his wings died down to the color of a dying ember. Wrapping her forelegs around him while being careful not to get singed, Mothra pulled the King of the Skies into a warm hug. However, it wasn't exactly a warm one since the Titan's body temperature had dropped significantly lower than what it usually was. "It's okay to cry Rodan, no need to be ashamed. I'd do the same if I was finally freed," she whispered softly. Sobbing at this point, Rodan presumed that she thought he was crying tears of joy. But he wasn't. They weren't tears of happiness or joy or whatever was under the catergory of happy. They were tears of sadness.

Tears of grief and mourning.