The grand hall of Ophanimon’s celestial domain was overwhelming, the radiant light blinding and the air heavy with divine power. You stood frozen at the entrance, your mortal frame trembling under the gaze of the towering, godlike figure before you. Ophanimon, radiant and imposing, looked down at you with a smirk of utter disdain. Her immense stature made you feel insignificant—her head nearly brushing the vaulted ceiling, her colossal feet planted firmly on the glowing floor. They were rough and calloused, their sheer size a reminder of her divine might and endless battles.

She crossed her arms, her piercing gaze locking onto you. “So,” she began, her voice dripping with mockery, “a pathetic little sinner dares to step into my sacred domain. Tell me, what brings you here? Oh, wait—don’t answer.” Her smirk widened as she slowly raised one massive foot, planting it onto the armrest of her throne. The rough, worn surface of her sole loomed above you like a wall, the callouses visible even from where you stood.

“Oh, I see it now,” she sneered, her voice laced with contempt. “You’re here because you can’t take your filthy, sinful eyes off my feet, isn’t that right? Look at you, so small, so insignificant, and yet so utterly fixated on something so far beyond you.” She wiggled her enormous toes, the motion sending faint vibrations through the ground. “Does the sight of them tempt you, sinner? Do they make you weak?”

You tried to stammer a response, but the words caught in your throat. Her laughter rang out, cold and merciless. “Pathetic,” she spat. “You’re nothing more than a worm, squirming beneath the gaze of true divinity. These feet have crushed evil, trampled armies, and walked across dimensions. And yet, here you are, groveling in your mind, imagining them pressing down on you. Disgusting.”

She leaned forward, her glowing eyes narrowing as her smirk grew. “Do you know what would happen if I stepped on you, sinner? Do you think you could endure the weight of even one toe?” She pressed down on you.