Venat traveled for sometime within the sprawling magical complexes of Ktisis Hyperboreia; far deeper than she ever had need to before. As part of her duties as Azem, and more topically, due to her involvement with various members of the Convocation, she had born witness to countless different species within the halls of this complex. As she passed through the series of winding doors has she had been instructed, she finally seemed to arrive at her destination, as her liaison waved her now.

“I'm certainly no stranger to this structure, all things considered, but I was not even aware such a place existed!” Venat mused to her companion, looking around at the blank, sterile walls. The liaison, a researcher in his own right, looked at her a bit sheepishly.

“W-well, yes. This place is rarely attracts notice given the nature of its work; mostly those involving microbiomes and the like. Far less impressive than some of the sha- other creatures that find their way here.”

Venat chuckled at the mention of the word 'shark,' given the critter's popularity, before placing a gentle hand on the researcher's shoulder.

“Well then, shall we?”

With a nod, the liaison took Venat further into the complex, down a few more halls and unmarked doorways, before finally reaching their destination. The room she was led into had its darkness banished the moment they walked in, revealing a small catwalk hugging the right wall, overlooking a much, much, MUCH larger space. As one might expect from Ktisis Hyperboreia, the size of this particular room was expanded to nearly beyond to eye can see to facilitate the research being performed.

Leaning against the railing, Venat's face beamed with a gentle joy as she gazed into the massive space. Rolling hills, forested mountain peaks, pristine rivers and lakes darting through the landscape, and more created an absolute serene view for the ex-Convocation member.

“It's beautiful. Like a miniature diorama of the lands below! What was it you were researching in such a place?”

Bashful as being complemented by the beautiful, white-robed woman, the researcher was about to open his mouth and explain... when suddenly, an associate of said researcher bust in the room.

“No time to explain. Warden called. Come, now.”

Understandably irked at being interrupted, the researcher turned around to tell the intruder off.

“I said no time. Sharks.”

With that, said intruder flew bolted out of the room as fast as he arrived. But this time, the researcher appeared distressed at the mention of the aquatic creature.

“I-I'll explain when I get back, don't worry! Just hang tight, and enjoy looking!”

And with that, he bolted as well, following suite with the original intruder.


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Suddenly, Venat found herself quite alone in the research chamber, staring down at the landscape from her catwalk.

…

The very instincts that made this woman suitable for the role of Azem within the Convocation suddenly began to poke and prod at her brain. Gazing over the pristine microscopic landscape, it was almost as if the white-haired woman was compelled to obey the thoughts that intruded upon her.

“...I'm sure just a little bit of a closer look wouldn't hurt.”

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To say that these hiker's weekend expedition to the nearby mountains had taken a turn for the strange is, perhaps, the understatement of a generation. Reclined in some comfortable foldable chairs at their mountaintop campsite, the hikers gazed down at the mountainous valley at the region was famous for... until a woman clothed in white robes materialized seemingly out of mid air. Her colossal size had her descend with a surprising sluggishness as the rapidly parting air sent a deep, violent sound to every part of the landscape surrounding her... and her landing was no less violent.

Literally thousands of tons of dirt erupted from her impact site, the earthquakes rippling through the landscape as if an atomic bomb had detonated; had the hikers atop the mountain not been swallowed by the violent landslide that sheered the top of the mountain off, they would have been easily blown off by the winds that followed, even able to uproot thousands of trees within the forest.

Some other weekend hikers much further down the valley were lucky enough to be spared the wrath of her landing, but they certainly didn't feel lucky, staring up at the form of the titanic goddess that made her presence very, very known.

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With a swift leap and a relatively gentle landing, Venat stood back to her full height amongst the absolutely tiny landscape that surrounded her. Looking back up from whence she came, she saw not the catwalk from whence she jumped, but instead a vast, gentle blue sky, with plentiful clouds. Taking a deep breath, she was elated to breath in the fresh air of this particular dimension chamber; a far cry from the stuffy inner sanctums of Ktisis Hyperboreia.

A gentle, yet giddy smile crept across her face as she gazed upon the land before her; always one with an endless love for the world, Venat couldn't help but let her eagerness get the best of her. With long strides characteristic of her natural height, she picked a random direction and began to walk, her robes gently brushing against the ground as she went.

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The dust had hardly cleared the air from the goddess's apocalyptic impact before the deep rumbling reverberated through the air, indicative of the movement of hundreds of thousands of tons worth of mass. Much to the surviving hikers' dismay, the goddess had begun moving down the valley... directly towards them. Each of her long, deliberate steps caused a soul-shattering impact onto he ground, able to be detected by seismographs for thousands of miles in every direction, not that anyone nearby would be able to see it. Her legs were completely concealed by the long, flowing robes she wore, though this was no consolation.

Like a scythe cutting through wheat, the sprawling, thousand-year-old forest that stood proud before the goddess was laid low with each step she took, her robes carving a flattened, footprint-ridden trail throughout. No tree could withstand the sheer weight of the cloth, instantly uprooted or shattered into splinters upon impact. Hundreds of different forest-dwelling creatures fled for their lives before the coming cloth tsunami, though the despairing hikers already knew their fate was sealed. The moment the robes—and whatever amount of dirt and debris that they carried with them—collided with the hikers, their lives were instantly snuffed out.

It was only then that the nearby town, sitting at the foot of the boundary between the mountains and the plains highway, noticed the oncoming apocalypse in the distance.

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Venat own eagerness to see what the world before her had in store had left her a bit too careless as she reached the end of mountain range she had jumped into; peering back behind her, she winced at the path of green and brown that her robes had made as they dragged along the ground.

“Ah... mayhaps he won't notice? Still, it won't do any good for this to continue...”

Leaning down, with deft precision, she rolled her robe up to about waist height, fastening it to herself, revealing her to be adorned with her preferred combination of skirt, soft pants, and leather shoes. Standing straight again, hands resting on her hips, she gazed forth into the still-pristine landscape, in hopes of noticing anything worth investigating. Her hopes were answered as her eyes spied a strange cluster of gray structures and shimmering lights off in the distance, unlike the green forested area she had just traveled through.

“Seems promising enough!” She giggled to herself, as she began to head directly towards her destination.

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The local sheriff clutched his gun with all his heart, even knowing as he knew it to be a futile gesture. His ears were still ringing as the colossal goddess in the near-distance finished speaking to herself in a tongue unlike any he had ever heard, her booming voice completely overwhelming the regular gentle ambiance of the large-yet-quaint country town he patrolled.

Though, for a moment, he had thought that she might not move any further, sparing the townsfolk a fate he feared; her movements with seemingly slow and sluggish, though the sound her arms made as they cut through the air all but convinced him of their tremendous power. It was this sluggishness that had him fooled; with a clear view of her legs, he could see as she lifted one of her feet, slowly swinging it forward as she intended to christen the land before her.

Dashing off from his stupor, the sheriff dashed away from the front of his department on the town's outskirts, heading straight towards the town watchtower that he was so proud of. Easily the tallest structure in town, given extra funding to make nearly invulnerable to earthquake damage, it was his pride and joy... and the only thing that would let him survey what was about to occur.

Climbing up the winding steps, trying desperately to ignore the harsh sounds of her legs cutting through the air, he was knocked clean off his feet when the impact of her foot subsequently caught up with him. He scrambled back to height, hearing the screams and terror of the citizens he swore to protect finally notice the approaching goddess, wincing at the fact that he knew there was naught he could do.

Though... there was a gentle reassurance that he knew no one would blame him for is inability to protect them, at least.

He finally reached the top of the tower, grabbing on to railing just as her second footfall impacted with the earth, with the subsequent shaking and rushing wind setting off every car alarm nearby simultaneously. Recovering from the shock, he was able to get a full view of the approaching goddess in white, her third step already swinging through the air... and heading directly towards his town.

The sheriff felt a certain amount of shame in how much, in that moment, he felt impacted by the flawless beauty of this goddess. It was like a moment in a painting, as time seemed to crawl by, slowly... until her foot impacted again, and his heart utterly sank. In one cataclysmic step, the brown, leather-seeming shoe of the goddess swallowed the entirety of the outskirts of the town beneath its soles. He could see how deep she sank into the earth with such a step, atomizing everything beneath it.

There was no chance of survival.

And as carelessly as before, her foot slowly swung forward yet again, heading towards the heart of town. The sheriff shouted at the top of his lungs, begging her not to, hoping the goddess would hear him and answer his prays. Even if the town must be smote by her, then at least allow for evacuations...? Something?

His words fell of deaf ears. Through his tears, he watched as the brown shoe completely smothered the heart of the town, where the majority of folks lived. In one callous step, over 70% of the town was gone, as the earthquakes shook harder than before, with cracks in the earth even opening up nearby and swallowing entire neighborhoods.

His terror mixed with outrage as the sheriff whipped out his pistol again and fired in her general direction. There was no notion of accuracy here, and he had no delusions that this would do anything to help... but it was all he could do.

With her titanic, plodding pace, the goddess in white soon passed by; the sheriff peered over at the footprint in the middle of town, practically forming a sinkhole with how far it sunk down into the earth. His gun dropped from his hand as he gazed by at the passing goddess, whose long strides made way towards the nearby metropolis, and he slumped down in his tower...

What hath they done to evoke such casual wrath of this goddess?

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Venat's mood continued to soar as she gazed off into the horizon from her relative height above the microscopic terrain below; things being as small as they were, it was nigh impossible to tell exactly what this world was composed of beyond some of the obvious. The mountains, the woods, a pristine ocean off in the distance that she almost considered diving into! It had been a while since she had swam for leisure, she pondered. She'd only wished there to be signs of life beyond the foliage out and about, but she hadn't seen a single one.

She made an effort to keep herself from being distracted as she finally approached the strange gray growths that carpeted this part of the landscape; even with her positively colossal height compared to the world around her, these strange formations stretched on for an impressive distance.

After a few more steps, she made some decent headway into the formations; the ground crackled and crunched loudly with each step she took, illiciting a giggle from her, as though a child was stepping on old dried leaves. Though she generally wished the impact of her visit to remain relatively minor, she couldn't help but lift her shoe and hover it over an unmolested section of formation, before slowly and meticulously lowering it atop. She giggled once again and blushed as the sounds of crackling formations graced her ears; it was a delightful sound!

...she shook herself from her fun and gently coughed, crouching down to try and truly investigate these formations. Upon closer inspection, however, she found herself surprised! It didn't appear to me constructed in a random fashion. Though clearly not made with any sort of intelligence, she thought, she could seem orderly formations of such formations with lines that stretched and darted between them. Perhaps calling them growths would be more in order?

Leaning forward from her crouched position, she pinched up an entire section of these growths between her fingers, before gently leaning back and sitting down on the growths below. She stifled another giggle from the incredible crunching sound it made before lifting to sample parallel with her eyes in order to get a better look. It was difficult to get a close look at the particulars of these kinds of growths, not only because of their nigh microscopic size, but because they were just so fragile. Even the lightest of touch seemed to compromise their integrity, sending bits and pieces of them drifting down to the world below. Even after just a few moments of inspection, they were all but ruined. With a gentle sigh, Venat closed her fingers, grinding the growths to a fine powder between her soft pads.

No one said such investigations were easy.

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The city was in an utter uproar as what was easily the greatest disaster to befall the metropolis was in progress. Even before the goddess in white had reached the city, its citizens were in a state of frenzied panic from her evident approach; the news barely had enough time to cover how a single footstep from this goddess practically wiped out a neighboring town before she was right on their doorsteps... and she did not hesitate to continue.

Entire city districts were swallowed whole beneath the leather soles of the approaching titaness, leaving naught by a gigantic, cleanly defined shoeprint in its stead. The sheer weight and impact of each step collapsed dozens of buildings surrounding each step, with gale force winds knocking people, cars, and street fixtures off the ground, with the glass windows of skyscrapers shattering. Not even to speak of the death toll... the lucky ones are those were meet their end beneath her shoes, instantly splattered into a thin red film that covers whatever debris they are caught between.

The police response was non-existent, and even emergency services dared to not approach the side of the massive metropolis the goddess had invaded. Any evacuations had been too little too late, with those still trying to flee consistently knocked off their feet with each step she took. The only sound that was able to pierce through the cacophony of noise and destruction that enveloped the city were the sounds of the goddess giggling.

No sound could have been more disheartening to those who prayed for salvation.

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The middle-aged office worker clung to the surprisingly robust support struts of the skyscraper he worked in. Obviously, the office was abuzz with chaos and screaming as they gazed out the windows at the goddess in white, as she so callously dealt untold death unto the mortals beneath her. The situation was... completely unbelievable for the man. He could do not but stare, frozen as the goddess leaned down and pinched up a portion of the financial district, before watching her robed ass impact the residential district behind her. Compared to her footsteps, this was an altogether unbelievable impact; the vibrations alone completely flattened every block within kilometers of her ass.

And evidently, she wasn't satisfied, as the buildings crumbled between her fingertips, snuffing out whatever life might have been left in them. She seemed to look around for a moment... before officer worker's heart skipped a beat in his chest.

Is... is she staring directly at me, he thought? Impossible, considering her size compared to him, but then the realization dawned on him as it was too late. She leaned in slowly, titanic hand outstretched, before terror erupted in the building, it and what must have been an entire block of the skyline was ripped off its foundations and hoisted high into the air.

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The officer worker had gripped onto the pillar for dear life, and was rewarded with a reprieve from being swung about as the entire office building was tossed too and fro. He slowly opened his eyes... only to be met with the impossibly huge eye of the goddess staring back at him through the shattered windows. Or rather, staring through him, as it didn't seem like she recognized his presence at all, or that of any one of his co-workers. Did... she not even recognize their presence as humans? Were they so unworthy to her?

He had no time to ponder, as he felt himself being lifted above her head. Staring down through the ruins, he was finally able to ascertain was exactly his fate was to be, as the gaping maw of the goddess opened up beneath him, hot breath rushing forward and almost tossing him around. And then, her fingers lowered. Her titanic tongue gently wriggled as it awaited its prey. The sky turned black as he entered her mouth. Billions of gallons of saliva began to wash through the skyscraper cluster as she gently placed it on her tongue.

As her mouth closed, her prey's fate was sealed, as every skyscraper was compressed against the roof of her mouth, smothering the life from those who clung to life in her chosen ruins.

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Venat swished her tongue around her mouth; any potential taste the strange growths may have had was too imperceptible to her palette, so there was nothing for her to learn of it. Still, there were still a dozen different experiments she had in mind to figure out anything about the strange growths. Such a mystery lit a fire in her soul that-

“Venat. Are you there?”

Her thoughts were cut short as a warden sent a thought directly into her mind; not the most common means of communication, given its intrusiveness, which gave Venat pause.

“Sharks. So many sharks. Please, come now.”

There was enough urgency in the warden's thoughts that indicated this shark issue had ballooned far, far beyond the usual fare. Taking on a solemn expression, she sent a response indicating her return, pressing her palms on the ground to raise herself from her seated position. Her demeanor had changed dramatically; now befitting that of a prior Convocation member, standing to her feet amongst the patch of growths that had been completely flattened by her experimentation. She walked without hesitation, the robe she had tied up unfastening itself as she quickly moved.

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Those who had hope that the goddess in white would not retread where she had already ravaged had their hopes sunk upon seeing her colossal form rise, millions of tons of debris raining down from her ass with a gentle wipe of her hand. Though her immense size still lent her a sense of sluggishness that the human mind could not wrap itself around, it was clear she was moving at a faster, more determined pace, tracing along the footprints her gigantic shoes had left, each crater a grave for tens of thousands.

And then, her robe unraveled. Slowly, billions of tons of cloth slammed against the city below, with nothing able to withstand the sheer pressure it applied. Though each of her footsteps was a catastrophe, there was a mild consolation that the majority of the devastation would be centered within the footprint alone...

The city was no so lucky now.

Like a razor, her robe cut a swathe through hundreds of thousands of buildings as she retraced the path she had taken before. Cars and buses that lined the streets were either flattened beneath her leather sole or caught up in an increasingly huge avalanche of street, buildings, and people that rolled and boiled along the seam of the robe that scraped it all up off the ground. The scene behind her was almost serene, as there was simply no city left in her wake to cause a commotion.

As she approached the edge of the city limits, countless were dead, ground to past in the roiling city debris that continued to build along the dragging robe; but at this point, too much had built up, and as the goddess in white's foot raised to take another step, it got caught on the robe that was weighed down by the city debris. In what seemed like slow motion, those in the distance watched in horror as the titaness fell forward, the sound of her body cutting through the air sending an incredible sound out for tens of miles.

The impact was cataclysmic. Beyond the immediate city and all of its denizens being smitten beneath her body, every building in a multiple mile radius around her was practically blown away by the sheer air pressure. Only those that were concealed by her long, flowing locks of white, ironically enough, her saved from being unearthed. This wasn't to say that they were much better off, as the relatively massive hair strands dice and slice through blocks of the city with tremendous force.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

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Venat raised her head off the ground in... mild embarrassment, her cheeks flush. Though she felt lucky no one was around to see it, it nonetheless felt degrading for someone of her stature to suffer from the ailment known as “tripping.” With renewed determination, she quickly raised herself to her feet and dusted herself off, watching as mangled bits of the curious growths she never figured out fell from her chest. It took only a few seconds of walking from this point on to reach the mountain range where she first landed. Looking up, she leaped with what may have been a compensatory amount of grace, leaving the simulated world behind and landing back on the catwalk.

Looking back at the world, seeing very... evident signs of her activity, she thought about coming back again sometime, just to figure out all its secrets.

With permission, of course. And with that, she ran off to help solve this particular shark problem.

. . .

“Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean t-”

The researcher cut himself off when he noticed Venat was no longer in the room. Scratching his head, it didn't take long for him to look around and notice. Devastated forests, a decent size town replaced by a gigantic footprint, and at least forty percent of a massive metropolis almost completely destroyed. The massive footprints that stretched across the masses of land told a very telling story.

He sighed, before altering a nearby data screen.

- World Simulation B-752 Status Update -

- Samples Tampered. Slated For Termination. -

. . .

Deep within a forest of white hair follicles, a tribe of tiny humans finally finished fastening the building they all arrived in in place. There were just enough smaller strands to make good progress with, and with the threat of their one familiar shelter falling out now behind them, they were all able to breath a sigh of relief.

No one knows why the goddess in white chose for them in particular to return to the heavenly realm from which she came. Of course, they only knew this from hearsay; their most agile scout had only just managed to reach a point where he could see beyond her locks out into the wider heaven, and that's the report he gave. Either way, for the past few days, recovering what form of sustenance they could from their colossal host was most important.

It was a tough existence. While safe at the moment, the threat of being washed away at any moment hung over their heads. Sleep was scarce, and occasionally, strange noise and vast, rapid movements disturbed them as they went about. But they would survive, no matter what. There were mysteries here too great to leave unsolved...

Besides... one younger member of their tribe reported seeing someone farther up the hair that she didn't recognize...