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My trembling fingers grip the hilt of the glass sword, its prismatic edges cutting jagged rainbows through the stormy air. Cold sea wind whips sand against my skin as the blade hums, neon cracks spreading from its core to illuminate my rain-soaked sleeve. On the horizon, Godzilla's silhouette breaches the blackened waves, atomic breath glowing in his gaping maw. I drag the shimmering tip across wet sand, leaving trails of stardust that mirror the distant lightning. When the seventh wave crashes, both storm and leviathan roar as one – and my blade erupts, casting fractured rainbows across the apocalyptic shore.