Within the bridge, every last beating heart witnessed Ghidorah’s screeching jaws and towering necks vanish beneath the shattered rubble of the black crystals. They watched as Godzilla’s gargantuan form passed by the windshield, dorsal spines pulsating with a raw whiteness and shimmering rainbow bursts. The remainder of the T.I.T.A.N. fleet flew by overhead, gauging the situation below and awaiting orders from the lead airship. The royal fleets did the same, all in a stagnant ceasefire.

“We may not have to worry too much about that,” Shining Armor replied to Fluttershy in a near-whisper, his face reflecting the glows emanating from Godzilla’s back. “I think the big guy has things under control.”

“For now,” Celestia added, turning to their last wildcard. Someone who was once thought to be their last hope and now standing with them united for the final assault. An invaluable ally that they needed for a sharper edge now more than ever before.

So, she called to him by name. “Discord, you’ll go with Spike, Bon Bon, and the rest of T.I.T.A.N. You’ll do whatever they tell you to, but most importantly keeping the Titans from killing each other.”

“And that doesn’t mean you go out and kill them yourself!” Luna added for good measure.

Celestia had to readjust herself, thankful for her sister’s input albeit with it being a little more direct. “It’s simple, Discord. Detain, sedate, do not kill. Please tell me you understand?”

Fully healed, fully ready, with chaotic forces flowing through his veins, Discord turned to the two sisters he once called his enemies and now proudly saluted to them both. Most importantly, he was just glad to finally unleash his true strength, to show these pathetic excuses for monsters what a real beast of war and chaos was.

Unfortunately, the fun had to remain in his imagination. Fluttershy stepped forth and specifically told him, “And Discord… no chaos magic. Even though Mothra told me you could help, it has to be within reason. Within a realm of natural control. Can you do that?”

The Spirit of Chaos practically deflated like a balloon. Ghidorah’s horrific cackles could be heard thundering around the Radiance, but all Discord complained about was, “Oh, sure, make me blind and deaf while you’re at it!”

The look on Fluttershy’s face…

Bending his neck back with a disgruntled groan, Discord eventually surrendered. Cracking his neck forward, he declared, “Ugh… fine! Guess it’s time to whip out some good ol’ fashion kaiju fisticuffs, instead!” He made that clear by punching at the air with a pair of boxing mitts he magically concocted, hocking a loogie into the nearest spittoon he also created.

Bon Bon took a preemptive step back from Discord’s spittle, not trusting it in the slightest. Though she was still thankful they had a sharper edge joining them. That slight movement caused her to bump into the body behind her, earning the agent’s attention and coming face to face with a familiar pair of lovely eyes.

Lyra’s smile was innocent. Genuine. Hopeful and strong as she met her wife in the eyes and asked her, “I’m coming too, right?”

It sounded more like a statement than a question, one Bon Bon did not want to truthfully respond to in any way. “Lyra—” she tried to argue last minute, but was shut down instantly.

“Sweetie Drops…” Lyra interrupted, shocking Bon Bon to her core at the use of her real name, knowing just how serious Lyra was. And through it all, she still found a reason to hold that same smile. That same genuine hope. With trust as its center. “We do this together. I won’t leave your side.”

She trusted her. Lyra trusted her enough to go into the heart of the apocalypse, only as long as they did it together. The strength needed for that, the level of depth required to understand it, it was too much for Bon Bon to absorb at once. She didn’t need to.

She just needed to trust her back. “Not even for a second…” Bon Bon heard herself whisper.

Lyra nodded, a fierce smirk lighting up her face. “Count it.”

Nothing else was said. They all knew their places, their roles, and what needed to be done.

Celestia, Luna, and Cadance would keep the alphas focused on each other. Shining Armor commanded the airships. The Council of Friendship embarked into the shadows to face the wielder of every shade. Bon Bon and her agents of T.I.T.A.N.—and all those close to her—followed her into the fray. Ember led her dragons with Thorax and Pharynx leading their changelings. Every ruler of almost every nation would lead their own people. Yet everyone rallied behind one common purpose, one they all came to understand as they charged.

As T.I.T.A.N. charged into the apocalypse.