"Sir, the Soviet Defense Ministry in Akademgorosk has approved your request. As soon as the paperwork and infrastructure is complete, Project Gigantis shall be complete as well."
The secretary looked at the body-builder's body of Herbert Wyndham, the rumored-to-be-potentially-deranged High Evolutionary. The man's lips formed a broad smile and he leaned forward in pleasure at hearing the news.
"Excellent. How long will the process take?"
"An estimate of no more than three days, sir."
As he said this, he looked at the form of Gigantis. The creature had become a colossus, a theropod with the unusual, attributed to cloning's effects, posture of a tripod, like a kangaroo. With its long snout and vaguely human and felid features, the resemblance to the old Charles Knight paintings of Tyrannosaurus was uncanny, were it not for the vaguely Godzilla-like protrusions down the creature's back from the start of its head. The creature had a curious rumbling roar that sounded to the studies of scientists vaguely like that of Rodan, but it was attributed to interference from the equipment required to contain Bagan and Ghidorah. Gigantis was a telepath, and a powerful, if somewhat crude one, at that. Gigantis also evidently had detected Saegusa's recurring nightmares of its transformation into a charcoal grey colossus, a mountain wading in the sea, the Leviathan of the end of days come to deal the judgment of the Gods on sinful, hubristic humanity.
It sent assurances that this would not be. With memories still present of the continuing troubles with other psychic Paranormals, such as the paralytic named Charles who led an organization of such beings who sought to clash with an emerging perception that such beings represented a menace to human survival, and the escaped Holocaust survivor and vigilante killer, now a rumored Mossad agent named Eisenhardt, the feelings toward Saegusa's claims of prescience had started to become literal.
Thus was it that even as his life's work moved to the great drama that would ever after shape the views of the name Wyndham that Herbert Wyndham was not calm or confident. Fear instead claimed him. Suppose Saegusa was right and the monster he made proved to be even more uncontrollable and unstoppable than the first Godzilla, and unlike it a God walking the Earth, invincible and able to survive even swimming in lava or the direct impacts of both nuclear devices and Rods from God? It was almost enough to make him hesitate, but he steeled himself. The destiny of humankind could not be attributed to the vision of so-called sensitives.
Watching the growing panoply of plasma-buster artillery and maser weaponry, he was assured in any case. The creature would both be of help and contained if the darkness feared was there to start with.
In Montevideo, the city trembled when Gamera surfaced from the sea like a colossus, holding an enormous and all too human arm, greenish and severed, in its hand. The arm itself was the size of a small skyscraper, and the creature that made it up seemed almost composed of seaweed, were such a fantastic monster itself at all possible. Gamera bulldozed through the port at Montevideo, and then after a lumbering, irresistible walk smashed into the UTE building, dropping its meal on the ground, and then began to worry at it.
Above it, a small object appeared, at first the size of a man's hand upon the horizon and came nearer and nearer. The creature suddenly looked up when it had worried away most of the oversized bicep and eaten it. The object that was approaching was a whirling flying shell-like construct, flame forming a spiral that continued to whirl around itself.
Simple territorial instinct led Gamera to raise itself on its hind limb as the object whirled downward and then positioned itself upright. Two arms appeared in a shape resembling wings, and a face appeared. Unlike the turtle-like aside from the mutated tusks face of Gamera, this one was sinister and monstrous, having a long crest atop the head and a jagged protrusion of flesh and bone from the lower jaw. The creature continued its descent, its huge, flipper like feet landing with an echoing crash, both shifting rubble and fracturing glass all around it.
Gamera looked into the face of something very like him yet very different. This thing was both taller than he was, humans would have reckoned it twenty meters or so, and immensely bulkier and denser. Its claws were longer, deeper, more curved. Its eyes gazed into his own with a gaze similar to his own yet in so many simple ways fundamentally wrong. Its mouth opened and then raised itself up to the sky and a lingering elephantine roar split the morning sky. Already stormclouds were gathering around the capital of Uruguay but no rain had yet fallen. Instead the power of territorial impulses meant Gamera's own, higher-pitched roar followed, aimed at the mockery of himself. The creature then roared again and Gamera responded by releasing a string of flame from his mouth, taking the form of an enormous flamethrower. The creature then astonished him as it simply let the flame hit it, and as it began to glow the flame then began to be absorbed into itself, the creature looking at him now not with anger but with anticipation.
It was then that strange energy began to gather around the mouth of the other creature. It formed waves of glowing energy that were called into itself, and puzzled, Gamera stood and watched as the fire slowly but inexorably built. The creature angled its glowing head slightly and then hurled a fireball of brilliant power straight into Gamera himself, smashing into him with an inexorable and unstoppable force against an all too movable object.
Gamera, however, managed to stay upright, and then shifted to all fours where the upper, stronger, part of his shell would be exposed. As he roared in anger and in, to his surprise, pain, however, the energy then began to gather again around the mouth of the other creature, the mockery.............
The outer edges of Mars were now surrounded by the small horde of creatures flying through the vacuum of space, propelled by the power gifted to them by their makers in times past. Closer they came and closer still. The advance horde of the locusts of Old Night and Elder Things in mighty days when islands sunk beneath the sea were all too much above them.........open mouths opened in shrieks only partially recorded in the Martian atmosphere. The Great Maw, the Gyaos, were coming.