“Commander!...”

A voice rang out through a faint radio.

“Commander... C-Commander! T-There's something out there!”

A deep groan left from the direction of a shadowy figure. His ragged fingers lurched forward, noisily grabbing the box-shaped radio.

“You woke me up you thick fuck. What is it?”

He had a pounding headache, reverberating with his heartbeat. His voice echoed in his skull.

“I... I think you should see this... I... I don't know how to describe it... There's... A girl! I think it's a girl!” The radio responded.

“Fuck, this better be important.” The Commander grumbled. He placed his palm at his temple. His throbbing headache was most likely from a heavy hangover, considering he had incapacitated himself in the previous night with drink. They were celebrating a successful takeover of a weak, nearby tribe. It wasn't much of an accomplishment, but he took any opportunity to drink.

He pushed himself out of bed, already in uniform. He straightened the badge on his chest. He walked towards the metal stairs in his chambers and began to scale the steps. After a few minutes of tenacious walking, he reached the highest floor of the tower; the reconissance room.

As a tribe, the Draok clan was quite technologically advanced. Yet it was in a crude manner that they achived this. Most of their technology was invested in communication and transportation, along with shelter. Like most beings, they fought with swords, bows, and other blunt force.

The room was silent, other than the occasional beeping of a machine. There was a very anxious atmosphere in the room.

“What is this that everyone is so worried about?” He asked, speaking through his chest.

Nobody in the room responded, not wanting to take the blunt of his frustration. One brave individual pointed towards a thick viewing window.

The Commander walked towards the glass, hands crossed behind his back. After reaching the window, he started by looking down from the tower. It was unbelievably high, but his fear of heights had long since vanished from his thirty years in the military, and fifteen years in the tower. “I don't see anything down there, --” He interrupted himself, biting the tip of his tongue.

There, laying along the horizon was a thick blanket of white, rolling over hills and fields. The blanket had creases in it, as if it was concealing something beneath it. He began to see the resemblance of a leg, yet his mind failed to find any resemblance to this supernatural sight.

It was only after his frozen gaze shifted did he realize what he was staring at. He saw the slouched face of a girl, fast asleep, and as massive as a goddess.

Everyone in the observation room stared silently. He had been still since interrupting himself, his face expressionless. This was an emotion of his that they had never witnessed before: fear.

“What the fuck is that?”

Those vulgar words broke the silence suddenly, a few men gasping a breath of air in relief.

“Is that...” His eyes focused on the long ears between the girl's hair. “An elf? A massive elf!?”

The girl's lips parted for a moment as if she was about to yawn. Yet no sound came out. After a five second delay, an unbelievably loud explosion blasted through the tower, like an earth-quake on its own. The thick glass of the window nearly cracked, warping from the strength of her yawn. Piles of paper were topped and people yelped in panic.

They watched as her arms stretched into the air. Higher, higher, and even higher than they had ever thought possible. They could see miniature hurricanes forming at the edges of her flesh. She was so massive that even her movements were slowed.

In the Draok city, there was little rational thought; before the goddess, hundreds of millions of civillians were panicing mindlessly. The yawn stormed through the city visciously, earthquakes following the rupture of sound. The windows of houses, skyscrapers, and cars all exploded in glass, unable to persist against such a powerful shockwave. After the voice shook through their measly ant-hill, the only sounds that remained were the constant car-horns, alarms, and horrified screams.

Many civillians bowed after sighting the goddess, deciding to worship the unholy being. Some chose to end their lives, not wanting to witness what followed her awakening, mostly jumping from sky-scraper windows.

Confusion and fear were unquestionably the majority emotions.

“You might not remember me...”

Her voice mutters with lengthy vowels, still breathy and soft. It resonated thoroughly through structures and cities.

“You slaughtered my village... But then I stepped on it, so I guess it doesn't matter anyways.”

Ryoko's expression layed eerie, her grin more severe than before. Her hair gave out thick strands of white, angled upwards from the sides, a rather aggressive look.

“Unfortunately... I've never really been one to forgive...”

Her eyes never glanced away from the city, completetly focused on her prey. With her final regard, she began to move. Like an unstoppable force, her sole was pulled from the ground. With it, the debris of her village was torn from the earth, mostly stuck to her heel. Behind herself she leaves a trampled village, brown and red smeared into the dirty footprint.

Ryoko moved her foot forward, almost gently lowering it to the ground. Even with the restricted force, massive dust clouds formed at the creases of her sole as it descended, her footprint forming effortlessly. She crushed nothing but uninhabited wilderness in her first step.

“One...”

Her voice boomed dominantly, causing hearts to drop in fear. She repeated the same procedure with her left foot, only adding more force to the step. Even more massive dust-explosions now careened outwards from her sole. Around one-thousand civillians were killed in this step, her foot crashing down onto a medium-sized farming village. Their bodies were unidentifiable.

“Two...”

The city was now only a footstep away. Their pathetic fate was completetly sealed. She lifted her right foot ardently, near perfect balance across her body. Her left sole mutilated more of the farming town as it shifted, any survivors in her wrinkles torn with a million tons. “You're so insignificant... Like bugs... Except bugs have a purpose...” She spoke in a condescending tone, her patrionizing expression only bolstering her personality.

Staring down at the city, she knew that she couldn't crush it with a single step-- no, it was too populated for that. There must have been at least twenty-million people living in this anthill.

She began to lower her sole directly over a dense area of the city, but stopped before crushing it. Her dirty sole loomed over even the tallest buildings. Anyone that was within the reach of her step could only see dirty pale in their sky. Debris rained down from her sole, broken trees unsticking themselves and dropping below. “Bow down. I'll give you one more chance for redemption if you bow down and worship me.”

She stood in near silence. Only with that level of volume could she hear the near mute screams of those below her. They all seemed to mend together, an undending ambience of terror. There wasn't any way for her to tell if they were bowing, but most surely would. After all, there was a goddess about to trample them.

After a few seconds of waiting, a terrifying noise rang out. A giggle. Ryoko pressed one of her fingers against her lower lip, gently biting into the lip. “Aww... You didn't bow enough. Fortunately, that means I get to slaughter each and every one of you under me!” The familiar giggle ended her sentance.

Suddenly, she lowered her sole. She could feel only a microsecond of a prickle as the tower fell, completetly powerless against the unfathomable power of the elf. Following the tower, the rest of the city was destroyed just as mercilessly.

The smooth expanse of her massive sole pressed into the buildings like as if they were sand. Rubble and dirt mushed inbetween her toes, the weight of her body displacing the soil with a deep footprint. Ryoko could only feel the larger buildings being crushed, and just barely at that. Nothing more than a microsecond of a prickle; like walking on a new carpet.

She lifted her heel, heavy debris raining from the curve of her sole. She began to twist the ball of her foot, murderously smearing the debris of the city under the driving force of her motions.

After finishing her god-like step, the grin on her lips was stretched across her mouth. Her upper teeth dug deep into her lower lip. She slowly lifted her foot, admiring her footstep silently. The deep texture with rounded circles revealed the perfect shape of her sole, directly in the center of a heavily overpopulated city.

“Three.” She giggled.