The Meowlitia presents “Meowzilla” T-shirt

The transformation begins on Mount Hood, where the sky burns beneath a fiery moon and the air tastes of ash. Jade of The Meowlitia initiates a failsafe older than any city — a protocol recorded in classified archives and sealed away for the end of days. Protocol Meowzilla.

Her body expands, fur hardening into living armor as ancient Meowlitia symbols ignite across her frame. The mountain groans beneath her weight, as if it remembers this power from a forgotten age. This is not evolution. It is activation. She descends.

Forests ignite with every step. Rivers recoil. The land fractures along a route long calculated by Meowlitia tacticians — destruction not born of rage, but of necessity. This march is not meant to erase the world, only to test what deserves to remain. At the edge of Portland, Oregon, the ground grows still.

The city remains intact. Bridges stand. Towers pierce the smoke-filled sky. Then Meowzilla rises above them all, her silhouette dwarfing the skyline, her shadow spilling through streets once ruled by humanity. From this height, Jade sees the scars that forced The Meowlitia to rise — wars, experiments, collapse. She pauses.

The Meowlitia never built weapons. They built judgment. One step forward and the city becomes history. One turn away and it survives by her mercy alone. Beneath the burning moon and the watching mountain, Jade of The Meowlitia decides whether Portland is spared… or carved into legend.