For weeks, Diane's journey had been an arduous trek through unforgiving lands after her decision to flee Matrona. The formerly lush forests had given way to arid plains, the sun's relentless rays beating down upon her. Her massive footsteps shook the very earth, kicking up clouds of dust with each ponderous stride.

As she finally crested a hill, the sight of humble thatched rooftops and cultivated fields brought a weary smile to her face. But the few villagers milling about the outskirts immediately spotted the 30-foot giant approaching. Their eyes went wide with terror before narrowing in hostility, pitchforks and shovels gripped tightly.

Diane sighed, her shoulders slumping in resignation. Of course the humans would react this way. To them, she was just another marauding giantess, hired muscle for pillaging and destruction. She raised a hand in what she hoped was a placating gesture. "Please, I mean you no harm. Might a traveler rest a while in your humble village?"

The villagers responded with derisive jeers and curses. An old man, leaning heavily on a gnarled cane, spat at her feet. "We want none of your kind here, bringer of ruin! Our homes and fields are off limits to leggy brutes like you!"

Diane's lip curled in a pout as she crossed her mighty arms over her chest. "You could stand to be more welcoming, you know..." she grumbled, looming over them. But the hostile glares and raised implements made it clear.