Vivian/Open!
They were like ants, running and scurrying about. She hated them, hated them all for what they'd held above her, what they'd taken from her. These were the true parasites on society, those who couldn't contribute, those who took, and took, and never gave. A sneer was turned down upon them as she remained suspended stories above the ground through a mix of magicks, and mystical forces the Sage was now able to tap into that she'd finally given in to the powers of Hashmal. What a glorious thing this was, soon, they would be able to start anew, and everything would be good and right with the world.
That was, once they took care of the pests below...
With that thought, a spell readied at her fingertips, perhaps a rain of Ultima would slow these beasts of burden down.