Dimensional Descent

Aina gently touched the scars on her face and winced. They felt exceptionally tender as though they had just healed, but only she knew that she had had these scars for an entire 18 years of her life.

Her main reliance were these very scars on her face.

'These scars you've given me, not only will I not let them shame me, I will use them in a way you could never have calculated.'

A fiery rage lit Aina's amber eyes. In that moment, they flickered like golden flames.

Without hesitation, she poured the entire vial contents down her throat.

BANG!

Aina's clothes were blasted to ash. However, there was no gorgeous sight to behold. What should have been delicate, somewhat tanned skin, was nowhere to be seen.

Along with her clothes, Aina's skin had been torn asunder. A rain of her own blood and flesh coated the walls of the cave as though a massacre had taken place. All that was left were the fine fibers of her bloody muscles. In fact, even some of her skeleton shone through regions where even her deep tissue was broken.

She looked like a human that had been skinned alive. Yet, somehow, the scars on her face still remained prominent. They were so deep that they dug into the tissue of her face and latched onto her skull. Even in this situation, they pulsed like grotesque worms, not letting go even as their host was on the verge of death.

However, if one looked closely, it seemed that Aina was still in a state of meditation. She no longer had eyelids to close her eyes, but, her pupils seemed to have glazed over.

Anyone sane would believe that she was dead... That is, until one noticed a steadily beating piece of flesh. It was beneath two large mounds of yellow fat flowing with blood, beneath a ribcage bathed in crimson, and between two barely perceptibly moving lungs...

Her heart. It continued to beat with a rhythmic consistency.

As time passed, its beating slowed. It seemed that Aina might die at any time, however... though the rhythm seemed to slow, it became deeper and more resounding. Soon, it felt as though the whole underground space was trembling beneath its might.

...

At that moment, in a certain region of Earth, there was a hidden estate. It seemed completely separate from Earth, as though it was a heaven gracing the land of mortals.

There were vast stretches of exotic, alien plants, plains were graced by odd creatures of mythology, and the forests held an irresistable scent to them that seemed to pull one into a trance.

a distance, it almost seemed as though these chains were the pillars that held this mansion up. If it wasn't

from the eyes of even most of

to be worshipping anything. Rather,

sat with names crossed out, as though being banished from

list. Both of them seemed to have a magic

inspiring display of the Morales family ancestral grounds, this place was several levels less grand and also lacked

dark room as a perpetual overseer, but his position didn't seem to be very high. Whether it was his long black robes

He seemed completely blind, yet also seemed to sense

became more intense. The

mansion and

petite maid to apply light makeup onto her delicate features. If it wasn't for the slight wrinkles toward the side of her eyes, it would have been impossible to tell this woman's

quickly entered the room and left

the message, the beautiful middle aged woman

still trying? How many is that already in

Madame." The petite maid

seal isn't going anywhere.

Her beauty seemed marred by decades of resentment and hatred. She wanted nothing more than

It was

traces? And is there any information about this

information, Leonel Morales is the grandson

for a moment, seemingly not expecting such news. But, after a moment,

acted, they still have to lose a pound of

maid

hasn't been seen in several decades and we weren't able to find out anything about his father. In addition, madame should remember that Young Heir Simeon

her words, the meaning was clear. Acting against Leonel

know how to pick their men. I don't care what background he has, can it surpass ours? I want him dead before we're swept up by other matters. I don't want a fly

petite maid bowed. "Yes,

Madame's sneer deepened. Thinking about how that little whore was suffering just to head toward another failure, her