Towering upwards like a goddess straight from Olympus, Lunamaria stood, hands on her hips, shaking with laughter. She could feel it pulsing in her veins, power unlike anything she had ever imagined. And this was only the beginning. Intuitively, she could feel her body yearning to expand outwards again, hungering for more growth. But she held it in. She was, for all intents and purposes, all powerful, but she was not letting it get to her... too much. She knew that she needed to deal with her rival once and for all before she could move along with her new desire, the desire to become more. Her very DNA shook with the need to become greater, larger. It whispered in the back of her head, urging her to grow more. And she planned to do exactly that. But first, she looked downwards. Far below her she could make out Murrue standing, gazing upwards in awe, at her titanic form.

A smile appeared on Lunamaria's lips. Her beautiful face gazed down confidently at the smaller woman, elated with her new power. She licked her lips, then began to move. Slowly, she lifted her massive left foot upwards, moving it towards Murrue. With startling speed, the massive fleshy object disappeared from where it had sat, crushing the remains of Orb. Millions upon millions of gallons of water poured off the bottom of her sole, and mountain sized chunks of islands were sent flying by the mere movement of her extremity. Slowly, she moved it over the Pacific, until she brought it down. It was merely taking a step to her, but billions of tons of female flesh came pounding downwards, throwing ocean water outwards so high that the resulting tidal wave decimated everything that had once been China and the United States. The Pacific plate cracked underneath her foot, causing massive earthquakes around the entire Pacific rim, and causing hot magma to rise up from the ocean floor. But the collosal Lunamaria did not even notice the heat. To her the ocean beneath her was nothing more than a fraction of a milimeter of water beneath her feet.

In front of her, Murrue turned and began to run. She needed time to think of something, anything to bring down this newborn Goddess. But she didn't have that time. Behind her, Lunamaria lifted her right foot upwards, already within striking distance of the 480 mile woman. With a speed that most people would not believe possible, she brought her foot forward and swept it sideways at the fleeing natural. A massive wall of female flesh nearly as high as she was tall struck Murrue from the side, sending her flying yet again. Tumbling head over heels, Murrue crashed into China, her giant body flattening millions and millions of people as it continued rolling. She swept over the country, leaving a massive swathe of destruction in her wake, until her 480 mile form struck the Himalayan mountains. Naturally, these minute (to her) mountains put up hardly any resistance, her mammoth body sweeping the massive piles of rock and dirt away, leaving flatlands in it's wake. She kept rolling, crushing Pakistan and afghanistan under her body, then Iran and Iraq. Still she rolled. Nothing was left of the Mediterranean coast of Africa as she plunged into the Atlantic, causing massive tidal waves to sweep the relatively untouched Atlantic coast of Europe and Africa. Finally, her forward motion ceased as she crashed into Florida, crushing most of the southern parts of it's peninsula. Murrue lay sprawled out, unconscious as earth shattering footsteps closed on her.

Grinding southern Mexico under her foot, Lunamaria walked over to the knocked out Natural and lifted her up. She was only about 1/16th of her size, barely even the size of a doll. She held the woman for a second, debating what to do with her. Finally, she decided to take the smaller woman along, as a plaything. She searched her uniform for a pocket that could fit the unconscious Murrue, but her enhanced body drew the clothing far too tight. So instead, Lunamaria closed her eyes for a second. She bit her bottom lip as an expression of immense pleasure appeared on her face and she began to grow. In her hand Murrue became smaller and smaller as Lunamaria expanded upwards. When she opened her eyes again, she stood towering at 12,000 miles tall. With a smile on her face, she pried open one of her pockets and dropped the smaller woman inside, although the cloth was still so tight that you could make out the form of the 480 mile woman inside it.

Immensely pleased with herself, Lunamaria looked about. She wanted to grow. Her body ached for it. But she needed fuel for her growing body, and she had nearly run out expanding to fit Murrue. She cast her gaze downwards at the country that formerly was known as the United States. Only a few steps away, to her, the Atlantic seaboard glowed with Earth Alliance controlled cities. Lowering herself onto her hands and knees slowly, she licked her lips as she crawled forwards. She lowered her head to the ground and, with a flash of an at least a hundred miles wide tongue, the city of New York was gone. A moan of pleasure escaped Lunamaria as she expanded and grew, adding a hundred miles to her frame. Next, she targeted the capital of the Atlantic Federation, Washington D.C., hovering her massive face over the city. She flashed her teeth as she grinned down at her enemy's capital, relishing in what the Blue Cosmos and other extremist Anti-Coordinator factions that lived there must be thinking. But Lunamaria was no longer a mere Coordinator. She was without a doubt the Ultimate Coordinator, not like those failures from Mendel. She had already proven her superiority to those insignificant bugs. With that thought on her mind, she licked up Washington D.C. and moved on to decimate the rest of the Atlantic coast, growing larger and larger with each city.