Deep in the arctic circle, a crack in the ice formed. Spanning several thousand feet it splintered into a maze of crevasses as the ground tore open. From the frozen debri, he rose. His nose keyed in on abundant prey. He licked his massive muzzle. He was starving. It had been a thousand years since he last gorged on another kaiju. Now he could hunt without end it seemed. He shook off the remainin ice and snow from his fur, and the howl that followed could be heard by kaiju and angel kind seemingly from across the planet. The hunt had begun.