[Original author: Generic username]

Within one of the many underground hallways of abyss was none other than two more of the ashen wolves, who were both currently bickering with one another over that sudden spell that had shrunk them both. The two girls were at such a pathetically minuscule sized, it would almost be too much to call them bugs. The women just looked like specks from up above, no different from the rest of the dirt that coated the filthy stone floors of abyss

“While I could certainly create a spell of this caliber, I can assure you that in this specific instance, my experiments are completely uninvolved!” Constance von nuvelle insisted, fanning herself slightly. Her clothes and everything on her possession had been shrunk by the spell as well, which remained true with Hapi. “Well I didn’t do it either. You know for a fact that’s not what my sighs do” the redhead rebutdtaled. Both of them being mages, they both assumed that the other had been the one to shrink them down

This bickering wouldn’t last for very long though, as some sudden loud noises began to echo through the halls. Some sort of thick, wet slapping noises that were alternating… and getting louder. Constance’s nerves immediately shot up as she heard those sounds. And soon enough big vibrations were added to those sounds. Each sound making the entire ground shake

“I-I think somebody’s coming!” Hapi tried to warn her friend. “In these lost hallways? I highly doubt anyone would-“ the blonde tried to argue, but then in came swinging their very own classmate from around the corner. It was here they found the source of the noises, being balthus’s sweaty, meaty soles. He happened to be walking down this hall too, not a care in the world. At first, Hapi and Constance just had to state briefly. Even if it was their dumb classmate, seeing a hunk like him from such a low angle amd with just so much to see was very alluring

That being said, the dirty, wrinkled soles of his feet? Not quite as desirable. Which was when the girls got the good idea to run. Too bad it wouldn’t really help them, seeing as Batlhus’s steps covered far more ground than any tiny could ever hope to. “Of course the brute would choose to show up now of all times! Too barbaric to even wear shoes on an outing!” Constance complained, the sweaty smell of his feet already starting to fill the area before he was even on top of them. Being so pathetically small, each time one of Balthus’s feet swung forward, it would feel like a gust of wind. Wind containing his thick, manly musk

“Less talking, more running, Coco. Pretty sure B doesn’t even see us.” Hapi tried to tell her friend. Not that it mattered, as soon enough the giant’s thick left foot was lifted right above them, primed to stomp all over them. And Balthus…