The skyline trembled as a strange light rippled across the clouds, bending the air into a shimmer. From the distortion emerged a colossal figure: a human, yet impossibly tall, standing nearly three hundred feet above the streets. Aldar blinked, dazed, his blue eyes reflecting the tiny skyline that surrounded him. His short, tousled brown hair brushed with sunlight, while a black cropped sweater clung loosely to his frame. Beneath, the glint of fishnet leggings ran down his legs, tracing every movement like a patterned shadow

He took a hesitant step forward. The ground quaked; car alarms wailed in a chorus of panic

“Wh-what is this place…?”

His voice boomed, soft but thunderous in its echo. A deep print was left behind him, each tread embedding the weave of his stocking pattern faintly into the cracked asphalt

Confusion melted into amusement. Aldar crouched, gazing curiously at the miniature streets and the scattering people below

“So tiny… all of this…”

He murmured, a faint grin tugging at his masked face. Straightening, he shifted his weight again, another tremor, another collapse of a parked row of cars beneath his heel. The sound of crumpling metal and shattering glass filled the air like applause

The city that once loomed so large now looked like a model beneath his steps. Aldar laughed softly, the sound rolling through the streets

“Guess I should watch where I step… or not,” He mused with playful curiosity

From afar about a quarter mile away you could see him clearly now: an immense, strangely human figure standing amidst smoke and dust, basking in the sunlight of his new world

Aldar gave a casual shrug, his massive shoulders rising with indifference

“Eh… might as well go for a stroll,”

He muttered, turning toward the city core

THUMP, THUMP

His feet bare beneath the stretched black mesh of his fishnet stockings pressed into the ground with overwhelming force. The nylon hugged tightly to the soft curves of his heel, arch, and toes, creating a distorted diamond pattern that briefly imprinted onto the earth before collapsing it entirely. Screams rang out below as crowds scattered, some dashing into alleys, others speeding off in vehicles that barely avoided being flattened. But not all escaped. A single footfall crushed a dozen fleeing people mid-intersection of their silhouettes vanishing in an instant beneath the soft but unstoppable descent of his sole. The mesh pattern left ghostlike imprints on the pulverized concrete, twisted cars, and fractured bodies alike. Aldar walked on, unfazed, his deep footprints carving scars across the blocks, some shallow, others crater-like where a smaller building had once stood. Helicopters hovered in the distance. Sirens howled. But to Aldar, it was just white noise beneath his curious gaze

“Whoops, sorryy. Didn’t mean to,~”

Each step was deliberate yet unbothered, his towering frame casting long shadows over districts below. His feet were bare beneath the torn black mesh of his fishnet stockings pressed into the surface with overwhelming force. The weave of the net stretched across his smooth and wrinkled baresoles, outlining the soft curves of heel, arch, and toes. Wherever he stepped, the diamond pattern briefly imprinted into the concrete before cratering into dust. Streets split like glass under his weight; rows of cars were reduced to smears of metal and smoke beneath the ball of his foot, some unlucky people would end up caught beneath his soles, trampled and CRUSHED over, left in large crater footprints! Smaller buildings crumpled into clouds of debris, leaving twisted steel and glass scattered around deep, uneven footprints, each one a scar in the city’s surface. Parts of the city screamed in panic as many evacuated or ran. From a distance, his tread looked like a trail of craters, in large footprints from the chaos marked by the subtle texture of mesh stretched across colossal flesh. Aldar didn’t look back. His fishnet-covered steps moved with a rhythm both graceful and devastating, leaving only echoes and ruin behind