After having crossed the portal to the human world, Sandbar has been dedicating himself to walking through the almost completely flat lands lacking anything really interesting without a fixed direction, without a north to follow.
Their big pony feet flattened the landscape until everything was as thin as a sheet of paper with a few simple steps without really much force. Sandbar knew that there is life beneath his feet, there are beings below, but really, he cares little or nothing about their lives, to the point that he does not even bother to look down to see his steps, he only looks ahead, to the horizon, letting your feet do the dirty work.
Meanwhile below, The pony’s right foot descends upon a city with its seconds counted. A rain of debris falls on the metropolis, debris that has been loosened by the sweat released by the large sole of the foot. A sole full of everything, cars, roads, buildings, trees, all types of vegetation, and people, from adults, women, the elderly, and even small children, who have also perished under the foot of the giant.
Soon, the pony dropped his foot on the city and turned it into dust and dirt, with a great earthquake and shock wave generated by the impact. All this while the pony only says:
“This place is strange, and these bugs I’m stepping on are even stranger.”