Colossus By Design: Season 3 - Excerpt 123

Safi'jiiva (Metarch Overseer)

[Height]: 11,000 kilometres (quadrupedal)
[Length]: 60,000 kilometres (head to tail)
[Wingspan]: 70,000 kilometres
[Weight]: 30 x 10^21 tons (30 sextillion tons)

[Appearance]:
> Has the shape, build, and general aesthetic of a classic quadrupedal Western fantasy dragon
> Is covered from head to toe in slightly darkened red scales that form both standard scale patterns and more varied shingled formations
> Has bright orange eyes
> Has lighter pale beige scales running down chest and abdomen
> Has dark spikes running down from the back of its neck to the end of its tail
> Has slightly oddly-shaped toes that resemble spindly fingers
> Has pale beige wing membranes between each dark red wing finger
> Has a prominent crown of horns adorning the top and sides of its head, with 2 particularly large ones similar to those of King Ghidorah

[Observed Characteristics]:
> Has far greater strength, speed, durability, etc., than its already massive size would suggest
> Can manipulate the properties of reality around it and bend the fabric between it and the Meta
> Can absorb and manifest the Mana energies of the Meta and planetary bodies, especially those that carry or once carried life, into various forms ranging from beams, enhanced strikes, etc.
> Has a faint black aura only visible at a micro-scale in comparison to its own body that constantly produces creatures of Grimm
> Can speak through the Meta to all living beings while residing in reality
> Has a sadistic streak to go along with its high intelligence and eloquence
> Unknown potential other abilities

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[May 8, 2168]
[Outer Space, Past Earth's Orbit]

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The red dragon. The Metarch Overseer of this sector of reality.

Safi'jiiva.

As Safi'jiiva stares with sight beyond sight at Godzilla, he growls loudly through bared teeth. The red dragon then closes his eyes and spreads his wings wide. From where his legs are perched on the shrouded surface of the planet, blueish-white energy runs up through them and courses through his body, creating a faint white glow that emanates through the skin of his chest, limbs, head, and wings; his wings in particular manifest the absorbed energy in a pattern like constellations with glowing dots connected by glowing veins.

After a few seconds, the veins of energy from planet Earth seem to run out; the emanating glow through the Metarch's body ceases as well. The red dragon then stands up on his hind-legs and roars upwards, sending out shockwaves that blow away the shattered remains of the moon and cause fractures between reality and Meta similar in appearance to broken glass to form all throughout the vacuum around his planetary perch.

Safi'jiiva brings his head down to stare off into the distance once again.


"With a single motion, I have retrieved the seeds of life that Earth was supposed to harbour. It is unfortunate that I will not be spreading life as I have before, but the age of Humanity is at an end."

"Your corruption of the seeds into what you call 'P.E.M.F.s' was most heinous. Metarchs are guardians, conduits by which the Meta may be calmed and prevent universal destruction."

"And as for you, little one? I see now your true nature. You were once going to be the heart of a new Metarch, as had happened for generations undisturbed since the birth of the first beings in the universe, including Mars."

"Upon Humanity's self-destruction, a god would be born from your souls, ready to spread seeds and become an Overseer of a sector of reality and Meta to act as a watchful guardian over the birth of new Metarchs."

"But the cycle has been broken, and so I too must break tradition. May the Meta forgive me for saving it from those that would encroach on it from reality."


The Overseer takes flight from his planetary perch, slowly flying around the Earth and covering billions of kilometres of distance within seconds simply due to sheer size. As the true god flies around, the separation between reality and the Meta grows thinner and more unstable; glowing cracks fracture all around, and the dark void of space itself is swallowed up in their wake. As the vacuum of space condenses and the Meta merges with reality, the space between the planetary bodies in the solar system grows smaller with every passing moment. Eventually, the space between planets is so small that they can be visually seen from each other.

The entire solar system has been condenses down significantly, and yet none of these planetary bodies are experiencing destructive gravitational tearing or other expected aftermath effects. Presumably, this unusual state of physics is due to the now permeating shroud of Meta and reality that fills the space between these bodies as well as Safi'jiiva's own immense willpower and Ki control.

The Metarch Overseer comes to a stop at Jupiter and lands on the Great Red Spot, dwarfing it by quite a large margin due to the super storm's natural shrinking over the centuries since its discovery. While sprawled across the gas giant like a lizard, the red dragon must arch his head out and down to look at the fleet of Mechagodzilla carrier ships that are so incredibly microscopic in comparison to everything else around them.


"That was but a taste of the power a true god like myself displays. Of course, it does come at the caveat that I cannot inflict such reality-bending directly to living beings."

"It is of no consequence, though. I will dispose of you little by little, for such treachery and sadism is what you all deserve."

"I will even allow you the courtesy to throw everything you have at me. Feel free to prepare whatever you require in a desperate all-out assault. I have waited this long to emerge, and I can wait a little bit longer. Let my aura entertain you as you contemplate."


The red dragon curls up and lies down on the surface of Jupiter, but he still maintains his watchful eye.

Meanwhile, there is widespread panic and questioning taking place among the population held on the Mechagodzilla carrier ships. For the strange circle of friends, family, acquaintances, and allies who are relatively isolated physically speaking from the panic, they're understandably shaken to the core. The scientists and researchers of the gathering are busy analyzing all of the information that was just thrown at them, the military personnel discuss tactics, and the others try to wrap their heads around the entire situation.


(Daisy Zaibo): What's the data say so far, auntie?

(Anna Maximoff): Even in this soup of off-the-chart readings, that damn dragon is shining like a goddamn light show. He's got more passive energy output than the sun, and the sun doesn't think and feel vindictive to all of Humanity.

(Gnl. Rasczak): What about the titans? What can we expect from them?

(Eobard Thawne): Even with all their powers combined, we're looking at low-scale planetary destruction. That pales in comparison to that thing simply moving.


The more level-headed minds present approach things tactically and rationally, at least as much as can be expected from such a dire scenario. While he Japanese president is struggling to explain things to the rest of the ship's population and Jacob Hargrove starts writing his last will and testament, Metphies and Commander Galu-gu are the calmest individuals present; they seem intrigued and curious, more than anything else.


(Cmdr. Galu-gu): Mechagodzilla is currently working on developing FTL engines to make use of the abundant inter-dimensional energies present. We know how that creature got into our universe, so it's simply a matter of hoping its arrogance will give us enough of an opportunity to finish.

(Metphies): It's quite an interesting predicament we've found ourselves in. This being proclaims to be a god, an arbiter of life and death. And given its displays, I'm inclined to believe it.

(Cmdr. Galu-gu): Everything has a limit, even the universe itself. Did your 'god' foresee this too?


The Bilusaludo commander turns his attention back to his communications with Mechagodzilla. As he does so, Metphies holds up his Gematron crystal and gently rubs it.


(Metphies): *telepathic* Your prediction came true as usual. May you guide us in our final journey.


Alarms sound off on the long-range sensors, prompting everyone to gather in front of the holographic screen that's being projected in front of the view-port. The sensors detect innumerable contacts of varying sizes heading towards the fleet. Although the unknown entities have no discernible energy readings, their movements seem to suggest that they're swarms of creatures of some kind flying toward the fleet; their source seems to be from the faint black aura emanating off of the Metarch Overseer's body.