The gleaming skyscrapers of Artemis rose around us as the limousine glided through the bustling streets. I gazed out the tinted window, marveling at how far we'd come in just one year. Sleek mag-lev trains zipped between towering glass and steel structures that seemed to defy gravity. Holographic displays flickered to life on building facades, trumpeting the city's first anniversary celebration. 

"It's truly remarkable, isn't it?" Cornwell's deep voice drew my attention back inside the limo. The mayor of Artemis regarded me with a rare smile, a stark contrast to his usual stern demeanor.

"It is," I agreed, returning his smile. "Sometimes, I still can't believe we pulled it off."

Cornwell nodded, his gray hair catching the light. "Fifteen thousand people, safe and thriving. All thanks to you, Ryan."

I felt a flush of bashfulness at his praise. "It was a team effort. I just provided the tech. You're the one who's kept everything running smoothly."

"Always so modest," Cornwell chuckled. "But we both know that Artemis wouldn't exist without your brilliance."

“Well, dimensional manipulation is a fascinating phenomenon,” I rubbed my chin in thought, “I was also surprised when I first came across it.”

As I spoke, I couldn't help but appreciate just how far our technology had advanced. Just a few years ago, before the goddesses arrived, this would have seemed like science fiction.

The thought of the goddesses sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. I pushed away my old memories of towering female forms that stretched towards the heavens. Focus, Ryan.

"--so it shifts our position to a different dimensional axis, and our spatial coordinates can become transient just like that," I finished, realizing I'd been rambling.

Cornwell was nodding along intently. "Excellent work as always, Ryan. I don't know what we'd do without you."

His words filled me with a mix of pride and unease. I was committed to protecting Artemis, but part of me longed to do more. To find a way to help those still suffering under the goddesses' rule. To find Mimi...

I shook off the thought. "Thank you. I'm just glad I can help keep everyone safe."

"Indeed," Cornwell said, his expression growing serious. "Safety must always be our top priority. We can't afford to let our guard down, not even for a moment."

I nodded in agreement, but couldn't shake a niggling doubt. Was hiding away truly the answer?

I pushed the doubt aside and refocused on the breathtaking view outside. The gleaming spires of Artemis rose around us, a testament to human ingenuity and resilience. Sleek skyscrapers of glass and steel stretched towards the sky, their facades reflecting the warm glow of the setting sun.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" I remarked, gesturing at the cityscape. "To think we've built all this in just a year."

Cornwell's stern expression softened as he gazed out the window. "Indeed it is, Ryan. It really goes to show what the human spirit is capable of even during the hardest of times."

As our limousine glided silently through the bustling streets, I marveled at the throngs of people going about their daily lives. Families strolled along tree-lined boulevards, children laughed and played in verdant parks, and professionals hurried to and fro with purpose. It was a stark contrast to the ruined world outside our hidden sanctuary.

"Fifteen thousand…" Cornwell spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "Fifteen thousand lives saved from the whims of those... beings."

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. "It's more than I ever dared hope for when we started this project."

Cornwell turned to me, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Your expertise, your dedication... you've given these people a future."

His words filled me with a complicated mix of emotions - pride, certainly, but also a gnawing sense of disappointment. How many more could we have saved? How many more were still out there, living in fear of massive divine entities that could reshape the world with a careless step?

I swallowed hard, pushing away the unbidden images of monolithic girls.

I cleared my throat, focusing on the present. "It's not just me, Cornwell. Your leadership has been just as instrumental as the spacetime manipulation technology I discovered."

Cornwell leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I've been meaning to ask. The technology behind Artemis... it's unlike anything I've ever seen."

"I found out about it through sheer luck. You see, under certain conditions, spacetime can be bent and manipulated in ways we never thought possible," I explained, a spark of excitement igniting within me. "Essentially, we've created a bubble of warped spacetime around Artemis. It's not just an invisibility cloak - it's a complete dimensional shift."

As I continued to explain, Cornwell's expression morphed from curiosity to awe. His eyes widened, drinking in every word. "Fascinating," he breathed. "But I’ve always been meaning to ask: How exactly does it prevent detection?"

I leaned back, my mind racing with the intricacies of the technology. "Picture it like this: Artemis exists in a slightly different phase of reality. We're here, but we're also... not here. It's why the goddesses can't sense us."

Cornwell's face lit up with understanding. "Hmm… I see… But what happens if... What happens if one of them were to step on us accidentally?"

"There’s nothing to worry about, Cornwell. Even if a goddess were to place her foot directly on top of Artemis, it would simply pass through us. The warped spacetime would cause her foot to phase right through the city without causing any harm."

As I shared with the mayor how Artemis’s defenses worked, my thoughts drifted to the true origin of this revolutionary technology. The limousine's gentle hum faded into the background as my mind wandered.

In truth, the core discovery leading to Artemis's protection lay not in pure luck, but in my alliance with Chrophemus, the Goddess of Time. For years, we had worked together in secret, driven by a shared goal to save humanity from the cruel reign of her fellow goddesses.

Chrophemus... her image filled my mind. Standing at an awe-inspiring 99.1 kilometers tall, her long white ponytail flowing like a river of starlight, and those captivating heterochromatic eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of eons. I could almost hear her gentle, mature voice, always laced with comforting reassurances and subtle guidance.

It was within her pocket dimension, a realm hidden from the prying eyes of other deities, that I first encountered the phenomenon of bent spacetime. The very fabric of reality rippled and folded there, creating a sanctuary impervious to outside detection.

At first, I didn’t really think much of it. But around ten years ago, I suddenly had a thought: Couldn’t humanity harness this phenomenon to build a safe haven?

I spent countless hours studying this miraculous anomaly, my mind racing with possibilities. Chrophemus, in her infinite patience and kindness, allowed me to thoroughly research the intricacies of dimensional manipulation.

With each passing day, I grew closer to unlocking the secrets needed to replicate this effect. Eventually, I received the breakthrough needed to construct the Invisible City Artemis.

As the memories washed over me, a pang of guilt twisted in my chest. Cornwell, my trusted friend and ally, had no idea of Chrophemus's involvement. None of them did. The weight of this secret pressed heavily upon me.

After all, in this world where cruel goddesses reigned supreme, nobody would trust me if they knew I was so closely acquainted with one of them.

"You alright there, Ryan?" Cornwell's voice cut through my reverie, concern etched on his face.

I forced a smile, pushing the thoughts of Chrophemus to the back of my mind. "Just lost in thought," I replied, hoping my voice didn't betray the turmoil within.

I blinked, refocusing on the present as the limousine came to a stop. The door opened, and I stepped out into a scene of breathtaking opulence. 

Before us stood a grand ballroom, its facade adorned with intricate golden filigree that caught the light of a thousand twinkling stars. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the gathered crowd. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers and the gentle hum of excited conversation.

As Cornwell and I made our way through the throng, I couldn't help but feel out of place in such an extravagant setting.

"Mr. Ryan!" a voice called out, and I turned to see a young woman approach, her eyes shining with admiration. "I just wanted to thank you personally. My family... we wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

I smiled, feeling a rush of fulfillment wash over me. "I'm just glad we could help," I replied.

As we continued through the crowd, more and more people approached, each with their own story of gratitude. An elderly man clasped my hand, tears in his eyes as he spoke of the grandchildren he'd be able to see grow up in safety. A group of scientists eagerly discussed the technological marvels that made Artemis possible, praising my contributions.

With each interaction, I felt the weight of responsibility grow heavier on my shoulders. These people looked up to me, trusted me. I couldn’t help but harbor mixed feelings, feeling like I hadn’t accomplished nearly enough to deserve such adoration and glory. There were still so many people outside the city who were suffering day in and day out.

Cornwell's hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts. "It's time," he said, gesturing towards the stage.

I watched as he ascended the steps, his presence commanding immediate attention from the assembled crowd. Cornwell stood tall, his graying hair adding an air of distinguished wisdom to his stern features.

"Citizens of Artemis," he began, his voice resonating through the grand hall. "One year ago, we embarked on a journey many thought impossible. In a world ravaged by the whims of cruel goddesses, we dared to dream of a safe haven."

I listened intently as Cornwell recounted the trials and tribulations of Artemis's founding. His words painted a vivid picture of determination in the face of overwhelming odds.

"But we persevered," Cornwell continued, his voice swelling with pride. "Through ingenuity, courage, and unwavering resolve, we built this sanctuary. A place where hope, long thought extinct, can flourish once more."

Even though Cornwell was the one speaking, everyone’s eyes were fixed on me. I shuffled nervously in place, not used to being the center of attention.

"And none of this," Cornwell's voice cut through my turmoil, "would have been possible without the brilliance and dedication of one man. Ryan, please join me on stage."

A thunderous applause erupted as I made my way up the steps, my heart pounding in my chest. Cornwell turned to me, his serious expression softened by genuine gratitude.

"Ryan," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "on behalf of all 15,000 people in this city, I thank you. In a world where hope was sparse, you gave us a miracle."

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I faced the crowd. Their expectant faces blurred together, a sea of hope and admiration that threatened to overwhelm me. I cleared my throat, my voice echoing through the grand ballroom.

"Thank you, Mayor Cornwell, and thank you all," I began, thinking hard about what to say next. "What we've accomplished here in Artemis is nothing short of extraordinary. Each and every one of you played a crucial role in building this place that thousands now call home."

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the faces of those I'd worked alongside for the past year. Scientists, engineers, farmers, teachers - all united in their desire for a better world.

"But as I stand here today, I cannot help but think of those we left behind," I continued, my voice growing stronger. "Billions of humans still suffer under the rule of the goddesses. They live in fear, without hope, without a future."

A hushed murmur rippled through the crowd. I could feel Cornwell's eyes boring into me, but I pressed on.

"That's why I've made the decision to leave Artemis," I announced, my unexpected words eliciting a collective gasp. "I want to venture back into the outside world, to help those still trapped under the goddesses' reign."

The silence that followed was deafening. I could practically hear the shocked thoughts of everyone present.

"I know this decision may seem dangerous, even foolish," I admitted. "But I can't in good conscience stay here in safety while others suffer. Long ago, I made a pact with some of my dearest friends, to free humanity from the wrath of the goddesses. I intend to make good on my promise, even though it’s been years since I last saw any of them."

I paused, swallowing hard as I thought of the risks ahead. The image of a colossal foot crashing down on helpless humans flashed through my mind, a reminder of the power we were up against. But I pushed the thought aside, steeling my resolve.

As I stepped away from the podium, the room erupted into enthusiastic applause. But amidst the cheers and standing ovation, I caught sight of Cornwell's disapproving glance.

I made my way through the crowd, shaking hands and accepting words of encouragement, but my eyes remained fixed on Cornwell. As the applause died down, I approached him.

"Cornwell, I..." I began, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I know this comes as a shock."

His tense expression eased slightly, but the disappointment in his eyes remained. "Ryan, do you realize what you're risking? Why head into the unknown when we are perfectly safe here?"

I nodded solemnly. "I understand the dangers of the outside world well. But I know I can go because you are here, Cornwell. With you at the helm, I know that Artemis is in capable hands and I can leave without any worries."

Cornwell's eyes glistened with unshed tears. He placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. "I really want to dissuade you, Ryan. This is a bad idea. Please, reconsider this?"

Cornwell’s plea was both sincere and desperate, but I had already made up my mind.

I felt a lump form in my throat. "I’m sorry, this is something that I have to do. Just promise me that you will take care of Artemis while I’m gone."

“Looks like nothing I say can change your mind at this point,” he grunted, failing to hide his displeasure. “Fine… I promise you, Ryan.”

“Thank you,” I expressed my appreciation as I leaned into a bittersweet hug.

As we embraced, I could feel the tension in Cornwell's body. When we parted, he wiped his eyes quickly, regaining his composure.

"Just... be careful out there, Ryan. The world isn't what it used to be," Cornwell warned.

I nodded, the images of the goddesses’ titanic forms flashing through my mind once again. "I know. I'll do my best to stay safe," I reassured him with a smile on my face.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of celebration and farewells. Before I knew it, morning had arrived. I stood at the gates of Artemis, my pack slung over my shoulder, ready to embark on my journey.

To my surprise, I found Cornwell waiting for me, accompanied by three armed soldiers. Despite the somber atmosphere, Cornwell's face broke into a warm smile.

"Did you think we'd let you leave without a proper send-off?" he asked, his tone lighter than it had been the previous night.

I chuckled, relieved to see Cornwell in better spirits. "I should have known better." 

Together, we set off on the path leading away from Artemis. Cornwell and I fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about the early days of establishing the hidden city. The soldiers trailed behind us, scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. 

A few kilometers out, I came to a stop. "This should be far enough," I told Cornwell. "Beyond here, the perils present will be unpredictable." 

Cornwell's expression turned grim as he nodded in understanding. "Farewell, my friend," he said, pulling me into another hug. I returned the gesture, feeling a surge of gratitude for the man who had stood by my side all these years. 

As I pulled away, I turned to the soldiers. "Thank you all for your service. Artemis is in good hands." They saluted in response, their faces betraying a look of uncertainty and doubt.

As I turned to depart, I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked behind me. Whipping around, I saw Cornwell leveling his pistol at me, his hand steady despite the pained look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But I cannot allow you to leave here alive."

For a moment, my mind went blank, unable to comprehend Cornwell's words. Then a wave of realization crashed over me - he intended to kill me, right here and now. 

"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, unable to believe what was happening. My thoughts raced wildly, desperately seeking a way out of this predicament.

Cornwell's face was stoic, though I could see the anguish in his eyes. "Surely you must understand why I have to do this," he said heavily. "You know too much about Artemis - its location, its secrets. If the goddesses were to capture you..."

He trailed off, but the implication was clear. If I were tortured for information, it would mean the end of Artemis and everyone living there. Still, I had to try and reason with him.

"Cornwell, listen to me," I pleaded, raising my hands in a pacifying gesture. "This day would have to come eventually. We can't hide in Artemis forever - if we truly want to save humanity, we have to embark out of the city at some point."

But Cornwell was unmoved, his pistol unwavering. "My duty is to protect the citizens of Artemis," he said resolutely. "I cannot gamble their lives on your ambitious dreams. The people here are my responsibility, a responsibility you personally entrusted to me."

I cursed internally, realizing too late the critical difference in our views. While I had always intended to win salvation for the entirety of humanity, Cornwell was concerned only with preserving the lives of those in Artemis. 

"The people here trust me to keep them safe," Cornwell continued, his tone growing more forceful. "I will do whatever it takes, pay any price, to honor that trust. Even if it means..."

His voice broke, and for a moment I thought I saw a glimmer of doubt in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by grim determination. 

My mind raced frantically, searching for something, anything to make him reconsider. But I knew in my heart there was no swaying him. He had already resigned himself to going through this terrible decision.

As I stared down the muzzle of Cornwell's pistol, all my grand aspirations seemed to drain away. After everything we’ve gone through, our friendship would end like this?

These harrowing thoughts paralyzed me as I watched Cornwell's finger tighten on the trigger. All I could do was close my eyes and await the inevitable. The shot that would prematurely end my life and my mission of saving the world. If this was to be my end, then so be it. I can only hope that Cornwell would live to regret this choice.

Just as I braced for the gunshot, the ground beneath me began to rumble. At first I thought it was merely my legs quaking in fear, but the vibrations steadily grew more violent. Pebbles danced along the earth as the seismic activity intensified.

I opened my eyes to see Cornwell and his men glancing about in confusion, their firearms lowered momentarily. What was happening? Some kind of earthquake?

My gaze lifted to the horizon, and that's when I saw her. Rising up from beyond the hills like an unfathomable colossus of myth. 

Ithyrminah.

The Goddess of Nature herself was striding across the continent, each footfall sending shockwaves through the earth. She stood so tall her head grazed the very boundaries of space, an epic giantess strolling carelessly through the world. The tiny creatures under her feet meant nothing to her.

My jaw dropped as she approached, clad in only a set of skimpy pink panties as her bushy dog tail swayed hypnotically behind her. Her outfit did little to conceal her voluptuous figure, all sensuous curves and taut muscle.

I was shaken from my awed stupor by panicked shouts from Cornwell's men. It was then that my brain registered that we were directly in the path of the approaching giantess. If we didn't flee fast enough, we would surely be crushed beneath her colossal feet.

But it was already too late. Ithyrminah's shadow fell over us as her sole descended. The soldiers fired their guns uselessly towards the sky while Cornwell himself just gawked stupidly at the impending foot.

Despite the spray of gunfire, the goddess didn't even seem to notice us. Calamitous gales that uprooted nearby trees heralded the inexorable fall of her bare foot, making it difficult to maintain our balance. All I could do was stare up at the smooth expanse of her arch as it blotted out the sky.

Our miniscule lives were seconds from being extinguished. And yet, I felt no fear, only acceptance. It was better to go out this way, snuffed out by a humongous footstep akin to a natural disaster, than to die at the hands of one of my most trusted friends.

I braced myself for oblivion, but by some miracle, her devastating foot landed just shy of flattening us. Although, it was still far too soon to be celebrating just yet.

The ensuing impact was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. A deafening boom rent the air as the earth heaved and split beneath the goddess's step. Fissures spiderwebbed outwards from the epicenter, humongous shards of rock flung skyward. 

The shockwave caught me like a powerful punch, launching my body through the air until I crashed back down dozens of meters away. I hit the ground hard, all the air forced out from my lungs. For a few long, arduous moments, all I could do was lie there stunned amidst the rubble and chaos.

My ears rang from the cataclysmic footfall, and I felt the air pressure shift again as she lifted her titanic foot back up. Gradually, the rumbling waned as Ithyrminah continued on her way, already far in the distance. I slowly pushed myself upright, wincing at the pain that lanced through my entire body.

I could not believe I lived. By all rights, I should have been reduced to a bloody smear beneath the giantess's heel.

I forced myself to stand, assessing the aftermath of the goddess's thoughtless step. The landscape was unrecognizable, warped and ruptured beyond belief. Fissures dozens of meters deep scarred the earth in all directions, forests and rock formations either collapsed or flung miles away. 

At the heart of the devastation lay a massive indentation - Ithyrminah's footprint. The size was incomprehensible, a yawning chasm stretching for kilometers in the shape of her sole. I gazed over the precipice, unable to see the bottom through the haze and clouds of debris.

Just imagining the stupendous force needed to carve out such an enormous canyon sent a shudder through me. And I had been a mere hundred meters away from ground zero. Had her step landed a little more to the right, I would have been obliterated without a trace, my flattened remains buried at the bottom of the chasmic ravine.

Such ruthless power was beyond anything humans could hope to match. With a casual stroll, Ithyrminah had altered the region forever, crippling miles of terrain that had likely existed for millennia beforehand. 

I limped away from the edge of the footprint, my earlier confidence shaken. In all my years away from the outside world, I had forgotten just how insignificant we were next to them. Saving humanity seemed a laughable goal considering the vast difference in scale and might between us. We were less than ants to the goddesses, our lives effortlessly obliterated should we have the misfortune of crossing their path. 

How could we ever hope to stand against such towering beings of immense strength? They could erase us anytime they wished, our structures and lands meaningless obstacles to their otherworldly might. 

Perhaps this endeavor was doomed from the start. Maybe the best we tiny humans could hope for was to somehow avoid provoking the ire of the giantesses as we struggled to survive in their world.

Watching her retreating back, I was struck by how pathetic I was compared to the goddess’s extraordinary stature. She could have stamped out my life without a second thought, without even noticing.

But as I watched Ithyrminah disappear over the horizon, her perfect form framed by the boundless sky, I fervently pushed back my pessimistic thoughts. I slapped myself hard in the face in an attempt to knock away my fears. We would find a way, no matter how impossible the odds. Because we had to. The alternative was extinction. And I refused to let that happen.

Not while there was still breath in my body.

Looking around, I realized that Cornwell and his men were nowhere to be found. Whether they were dead or alive was unclear, but the Goddess of Nature’s unexpected intervention had given me a miracle, and I needed to seize it quickly. 

I hastily gathered my belongings and took off running, my legs pumping furiously despite my injuries. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me forward through the mangled terrain. I had to put as much distance between myself and my prospective pursuers as soon as possible. 

As I ran, my thoughts turned to my destination: the Republic, my homeland. The sprawling nation I had once called home, now nothing more than the personal plaything of the capricious goddess Ithyrminah. 

It had been over sixteen long years since Ithyrminah had claimed ownership of the Republic. With a flick of her finger she had demolished our military forces, sending fighter jets crashing down in fiery explosions. Our weapons were useless against a being of such overwhelming strength.

In mere days she had conquered the entire Republic, forcing all citizens to worship her, acting as her slaves. None could stand against her.

To a giantess of her stature, I was utterly insignificant. I knew this fact through and through after all my past confrontations with goddesses.

Sixteen years ago, I didn’t even return to the Republic when I heard it was under attack. I did nothing as she claimed my homeland as her own personal possession, telling myself that any attempts at resistance would be useless anyway as I focused my efforts towards finding Mimi instead. My shame and uselessness still haunt me to this day.

Perhaps returning now was foolish. Ithyrminah was so big and unstoppable, and I was just as weak and pathetic as I had been sixteen years ago. What could I possibly hope to accomplish?

Yet some small part of me clung to the hope that I could somehow make a difference this time. That I could find a way to free my people from her domination, no matter how slim the odds. 

It was likely just the fanciful wish of a weary man desperate to erase his past failures. But it was all I had left after failing to find my childhood friend even after so many years. I had to try, even if it cost me my life.

With that singular purpose driving me forward, I continued my journey to the region that used to be the Republic. Towards uncertainty, danger and very likely utter defeat.

The closer I got to the Republic, the more signs of destruction I came across. Massive footprints spanning miles in diameter, forests flattened into unrecognizable carpets of splintered wood, rivers diverted into new paths. 

Each scene of devastation fueled my dread at what I might find, my mind conjuring horrific images of Ithyrminah stomping on helpless civilians without a second thought, her laughter echoing across the land as she demolished everything in her path.

I shook my head roughly, trying to clear those disturbing visions. I couldn’t afford to be distracted by my own morbid imagination. I had to stay focused on the task ahead.

As I pressed onward, my pace quickened, driven by an urgent need to reach Ithyrminah's settlement as soon as possible. The landscape around me began to change, showing signs of human habitation that had managed to survive the oblivious actions of the goddess. Small villages were scattered about, their inhabitants casting wary glances at the skies above, as if expecting a giant foot to descend upon them at any moment. Illegals, they called them, humans who refused to live under the rule of the goddesses.

The atmosphere was tense as I passed by, the hostility and distrust towards outsiders evident on their faces. They had managed to endure Ithyrminah's caprices for sixteen whole years, adapting and persevering against all odds. Their resilience stirred something within me – a strange mix of pride and sorrow that weighed heavily on my heart.

I carried on walking, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention at this juncture.

Entering the Republic for the first time in over a decade and a half filled me with a sense of trepidation, but also a sliver of optimism. Perhaps, against all odds, there might still be a chance to make a difference here.

My steps became more resolute as I ventured deeper into the borders of my former country. With every stride, I reflected on the enormity of the task before me.

Determined and hopeful, I continued on my path towards the unknown, guided by the memories of my past and the promise of a better future for my enslaved countrymen.

Dear stranger,

My name is Lista, the Goddess of Knowledge. My Domain of Knowledge grants me complete information of everything that happens in the universe, and a portion of my power is imbued into this book.

This is the Goddesses’ Index, a magical book that contains information regarding every single goddess present in the cosmos. It automatically updates its contents according to the events of the universe, allowing you to have access to the most current information.

Naturally, this book doesn’t contain an entry for myself. The reason for this should be obvious. Regardless, please feel free to read about any other goddesses that catch your interest.

So you wish to read about Ithyrminah? I remember her as a rather small and cute girl, but I’d imagine that’s far from how she’ll seem to a human like you. However, if you know how to properly keep her entertained, I’m sure she won’t give you too much trouble.

Ithyrminah, Goddess of Nature

Age: 10,954

Height: 91.9km (1.55m at human size)

Powers: Flora and fauna alteration, creation, and control. Very sensitive senses due to her hybrid dog features.

Kill Count: 7,108 since the start of this cycle. Generally doesn’t kill humans, but accidents tend to happen when you are this big.

Settlement Population: 19,827,091, of which the majority are former citizens of the Republic. Less than 10% of the Republic’s original population remains, the nation thoroughly ravaged by multiple goddesses even before Ithyrminah took ownership.