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.

From its base, thick, heavy chains hung. From a distance, it almost seemed as though these chains were the pillars that held this mansion up. If it wasn't for their slight swaying

most of those worthy of stepping foot

an alter, it didn't seem to be worshipping

tablet of sort sat with names crossed out, as though being banished from a level of respect they

were only two names on this list. Both of them seemed to have a magic aura wrapped around them. However, this aura was

Morales family ancestral grounds, this place was several levels less grand and also lacked

seem to

completely blind, yet also

of the names became more intense. The aura it exuded became

and soon news was spread

before a mirror, allowing a petite maid to apply light makeup onto her delicate features.

messenger quickly entered the room and left just

hearing the message, the

daughter is still trying? How many

Madame." The petite maid

bitch sure can endure pain. She should know that that seal isn't going anywhere. She

resentment and hatred. She wanted nothing

regained her usual air of nobility. It was as though she hadn't been the one

is there any information about this Leonel

our information, Leonel Morales is the grandson of

to be stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting such

so what? Even if a member of the Fawkes Imperial Family acted, they still have

petite maid hesitated

decades and we weren't able to find out anything about his father. In

maid didn't finish her words, the meaning was clear. Acting against Leonel with

has, can it surpass ours? I want him dead before we're swept up by other matters. I don't want a fly buzzing around my business while I'm dealing with those greedy bastards who

maid bowed.

deepened. Thinking about how that little whore was suffering just to head toward another failure, her heart felt