blackwargreymon

He had no reason to pay attention to what he was stepping on with his enormous feet.

As soon as he stepped through the portal into the real world, BlackWargreymon prepared to take his first steps. But the Digimon, with its imposing figure and enormous size comparable to a beast, didn't even bother to glance at the ground. He had no reason to, not a single reasonable one within his mind, a jumble of contradictory and jarring thoughts about his existence and his purpose for being alive and present in this world and in this reality.

The enormous, heavy, dark feet with their hard soles struck the fragile surface of planet Earth without a shred of mercy. Each stomp, or even a casual step from the perspective of the gigantic dark warrior Digimon, extinguished the millions of candles that were microscopic human lives, so small and imperceptible that Blackwargreymon had no regard whatsoever for those living beings at the mercy of a colossal god. He simply ignored them with utter disregard; they were part of the monotonous landscape and the soft, therapeutic ground beneath his feet, something as secondary as treading on terracotta stones or grass that flattened under the Digimon's heavy soles.

“Perhaps walking through the Real World will help me organize my thoughts… to understand who I truly am.”

Right after those words, uttered from the depths of the most profound and critical existential doubt, BlackWargreymon's right foot slammed down, crushing with unparalleled brutality and cruelty a cluster of modern, congested cities, their numerous streets and highways cutting and separating districts and neighborhoods from one another. All that senseless separation vanished as those same neighborhoods and districts, and the millions of residents inhabiting the thousands of tightly packed houses and buildings, merged against the giant Digimon's calloused sole in barely a second. The crunch was registered by BlackWargreymon, but he didn't attach more importance to it than the simple sound of the ground yielding to his imposing presence warranted.

As he prepared to take another step, and the foot with which he had trampled those wretched cities bent and molded the already flattened ground, the Digimon uttered the following phrase with the same indifference and casualness as any other word that came out of his mouth

“Humans… are fragile. If one gets crushed along the way, I doubt that will have any meaning.”

BlackWargreymon, ready to reflect on himself in a place he felt could bring him some much-needed calm, walked away, leaving a very well-marked crater on the scarred surface.

He had no reason to pay attention to what he was stepping on with his enormous feet.

As soon as he stepped through the portal into the real world, BlackWargreymon prepared to take his first steps. But the Digimon, with its imposing figure and enormous size comparable to a beast, didn't even bother to glance at the ground. He had no reason to, not a single reasonable one within his mind, a jumble of contradictory and jarring thoughts about his existence and his purpose for being alive and present in this world and in this reality.

The enormous, heavy, dark feet with their hard soles struck the fragile surface of planet Earth without a shred of mercy. Each stomp, or even a casual step from the perspective of the gigantic dark warrior Digimon, extinguished the millions of candles that were microscopic human lives, so small and imperceptible that Blackwargreymon had no regard whatsoever for those living beings at the mercy of a colossal god. He simply ignored them with utter disregard; they were part of the monotonous landscape and the soft, therapeutic ground beneath his feet, something as secondary as treading on terracotta stones or grass that flattened under the Digimon's heavy soles.

“Perhaps walking through the Real World will help me organize my thoughts… to understand who I truly am.”

Right after those words, uttered from the depths of the most profound and critical existential doubt, BlackWargreymon's right foot slammed down, crushing with unparalleled brutality and cruelty a cluster of modern, congested cities, their numerous streets and highways cutting and separating districts and neighborhoods from one another. All that senseless separation vanished as those same neighborhoods and districts, and the millions of residents inhabiting the thousands of tightly packed houses and buildings, merged against the giant Digimon's calloused sole in barely a second. The crunch was registered by BlackWargreymon, but he didn't attach more importance to it than the simple sound of the ground yielding to his imposing presence warranted.

As he prepared to take another step, and the foot with which he had trampled those wretched cities bent and molded the already flattened ground, the Digimon uttered the following phrase with the same indifference and casualness as any other word that came out of his mouth:

“Humans… are fragile. If one gets crushed along the way, I doubt that will have any meaning.”

BlackWargreymon, ready to reflect on himself in a place he felt could bring him some much-needed calm, walked away, leaving a very well-marked crater on the scarred surface.