The city trembled as Gorathia, a towering giantess, moved with thunderous steps through the heart of Eldoria. Her immense figure cast long shadows over the crumbling buildings, and with each angry stride, her tattered clothing flapped like desperate flags caught in a storm. Her eyes burned with a fiery rage as she surveyed the city beneath her, searching for the one who had wronged her.

Gorathia rampaged through the city, her colossal feet crushing vehicles and sending panicked citizens fleeing in every direction. Her voice, when she roared, was a primal sound that echoed off the remaining walls, a cry of fury and despair. "Where are you?" she bellowed, her voice shaking the very foundations of Eldoria.

Among them was Erick, a young man with a determined look in his eyes, who had seen too much destruction for one day. He turned to his companions, his voice steady despite the tremors in the ground. "We need to find shelter," he urged, pointing towards a nearby subway entrance, the only possible refuge from the chaos above.

Gorathia spotted Erick and his group, her eyes narrowing as she bent down to grab them with a hand that could crush steel. Erick looked up, defiance in his gaze even in the face of certain doom. "Why do you destroy us?" he shouted, his voice piercing through the chaos.

Gorathia paused, the fire in her eyes dimming as she considered Erick's words. "I seek justice," she replied, her voice a rumble of thunder. But as she spoke, her grip tightened, and with a swift movement, she brought Erick to her mouth, ending his defiance in an instant.

The city of Eldoria lay still, a landscape of shattered dreams and unanswered questions. Gorathia stood amidst the ruins, her anger abated, yet her heart heavy with the weight of her actions. As she turned to leave, her colossal form fading into the distance, the city began to stir, its people emerging from their hiding places to rebuild what had been lost.