The gym air grows heavy and still as the two women settled together, leaning back against the bench in a state of post-workout lethargy.
Their massive, sweat-drenched legs stretch out across the floor, casting long, intimidating shadows that swallow the light. From the ground below, tiny Ruby and Frieren stare upward in paralyzed awe, dwarfed by the looming expanse of Yang and Ubel’s feet.
As they gaze up at the towering, damp arches and the immense weight of the soles poised above them, a sense of powerlessness takes hold; no matter how loudly they might scream or wave, they remain nothing more than specks in the presence of such monumental, unheeding titans.
Part 3 of the poll set