Absolutely the most ferocious and malice creatures that ever walked the earth, the Meganulon species lived as masters of the ancient past. No living mortal could outrun their power. However, as time would have it, their reign ended. Decades gave away to centuries until a new age was embarked upon, an age run by the careless animals that envisioned themselves as gods: humankind.

During the eclipsing hour of the new century, the human race marveled at its newest achievement. Harnessing the untapped and fathomless energy of a black hole, the machine was designated to be the final stand against Godzilla. The Dimensional Tide would expel a rift in the time and space realm, thereby vacuuming any fortunate creature or objects in its path. While during a testing trail of the weapon, a feedback of a field of instability was left behind. A rare and theoretical scatter hole marked the machines use. Following that night, a winged insect pulled itself from the punctured veil of time, and laid an egg. The ball of tightened skin was found the next day, by a small boy who carried it to Tokyo. But keeping the object a secret from his mother was difficult, so he decided to drop it into the sewer systems.

Deep in the bowels of the city, submerged in the filth-ridden waters, the egg revealed itself to be a cluster of womb Meganulon. Pulling free from their shelled prisons, the deadly and carnivorous insects grew and thrived. The water being the key element to their newly dubbed life. Shadowing themselves in the darkness of the untouched, the creatures sprang forth in lightening speed and murdered. An unknown number of helpless Japanese victims fell before the great feasting of the swarm. It was not long, though, before the creatures stood ready for their next stage in life. An even greater evil lay silent, waiting for its time to recapture the royalty of the Meganulon colony.

After dispensing with their shredded meals, the Meganulon evolved into a new form. Climbing onto the sides of the highest buildings as the streets below flooded from torn pipes, the insects pupated into a winged form. Congesting in their hallowed shells, the creatures broke free and rose into the noonday sun. Thousands upon thousands swamped the skies, shielding out the very light that warmed the land. Instinctively the animals headed out to an overwhelming power source, a living biological power plant that could bestow them the power they needed. Cutting across the voids of the turbulent seas, the countless waves of snapping fangs and clawing talons, found their prey. Striding onto the grainy shores, the wading leviathan Godzilla roared in contempt. As if answering the shrieking cry, the swarm attacked. Encasing the oak sage colored reptile, the bodies of armored hides cloaked his body. Stabbing with their sickle like tails, the relentless Meganula fought. Never before had the King of the Monsters witnessed such a show of force, but he would not go quietly into the night. Lashing out with his whip like tail, grabbing with his clawed fists, and burning with atomic fire, Godzilla reduced the horde. Diminished horribly by the raging flames that burned within the nuclear titan, the remaining members of the colony pulled away. Their collective conscious told them that sufficient energy was gathered.

Godzilla watched as the survivors of the insect swarm flew way, distancing themselves as much between their godly prey. The behemoth took off, though would arrive on scene far too late. The military watched, completely puzzled, as the prehistoric creatures dove into the waters that plagued Tokyo. Beneath the dark waters, the animals injected their bioelectric life-force they stole into a pupate larva. A chosen queen that would defend the territory of the hive. After sacrificing their lives, the bodies of the servants drifted to the surface, fulfilling their duty in life. Meanwhile, their lasting act of life empowered a warrior, a killer of giants. The true horror of the past was about to reveal itself to the present.