Woo-hoo~ Warp successful!

Is this the first target, Earth?

Syria mutters to herself about the successful warp and steps down anywhere. Under her two soles, humans whose names she doesn't even know are all flattened. All they likely encountered right before being crushed were the wrinkles and the scent of Syria's feet, which don't wear any shoes.

Syria first swings the magic wand she is holding to quiet the people fleeing before her eyes. The wind alone uproots several buildings, and a plane is unfortunately struck and sent flying. Then, Syria cups her hands like a megaphone and shouts.

Excuse me~!! Is it a little over 8 billion? Anyway, people of humanity~ I'm going to kill you all~ It's an order from above, so I can't help it either! If you just get stepped on quietly, you'll die smelling a nice foot scent!

A chillingly bright smile is plastered on her face as she speaks these cruel words.

Then, Syria slowly sits down. The humans trembling in a daze below, and even those who barely managed to escape from between her wiggling toes without being stepped on, are all crushed as if there is no hope.