End of a short-lived era (Narrative)
It had let the citizens take care of the mess, as usual, instead of just reversing it's poor decision. They had done fine, The City thought. They had taken care of it. Made sure that everybody was safe. Solidifying the idea that The City had chosen them well.
It looked at the dead flesh of the giant monster, mourning it only a little bit. Wishing that things had turned out better, but only momentarily.
The City repaired itself, cleaning up the flesh and the mess of the once great Godzilla, fixing the streets and the buildings that the monster destroyed or left it's mark on. Soon, it was as if none of it had ever happened. Only the memories of those involved would remain as proof.
As it walked away, The City thought to itself. Considering the zoo and the animals it had wanted to put into it.
Perhaps dinosaurs weren't such a great idea after all.