Dimensional Descent

Aina pulled her sword out quickly.

She didn't quite understand what was happening. Shouldn't Invalids be creatures of instinct? They shouldn't have any intelligence or sense of comradery. Something like signaling one's allies was a distinctly human trait. Sometimes beasts of higher intelligence would engage in such matters as well. But, Invalids? That should never happen.

'It didn't become energy?'

Aina was shocked once again. The Invalid before her collapsed, but it didn't disappear into energy she could absorb. Just what was happening?

Aina's heart seized. Did she make a mistake? Was it not an Invalid at all?

No, that was impossible. Its eyes, its aura, its demeanor, it all screamed Invalid. So, what was happening exactly?

Aina didn't believe that she would make such a rookie mistake. Plus, what existence other than an Invalid could shriek like that even after having its head pierced through?

Aina was certain, it hadn't been a shriek of pain or unwillingness. It had no emotion behind it all, it was completely hollow and without conscience.

'I need to move.'

Aina thrust these thoughts to the back of her mind, taking a glance at the wall the 'Invalid' had been scratching at.

If Leonel had been there, he would immediately recognize the Tier 5 Black Ore embedded into the wall. It wasn't very valuable, but it wasn't worthless either. At the very least, it could sell for a couple kilograms of Black Urbe Ore.

'I don't have time to dig it out and it doesn't seem like a very high level ore either.' Aina nodded to herself. 'Run.'

such a difficult situation for such a worthless Ore she couldn't even mine, but

shot back in

these tunnels, there would be no one to come out

more Invalids on their way. If she was correct, then her arrows wouldn't mean much if anything

corner with confidence, only to come to

their heads in

hesitated, her jaw

go forward?

way for her to continue following her arrows. But, the latter would force her to forget her initial plans entirely. There was no way she would be able

paths. If it wasn't for this, there was no way that Aina would only

grit her

that she had been very lucky not to run into them on the way here. If that was the case, there might very well be even more if she headed in deeper rather than trying to exit. Her only

red hue

shot forward, brandishing

disjointed. Though they were as fast as Fourth Dimensional humans, their joints would often bend at odd angles as though they were

how to walk on their own two feet thanks to bodies

was a good thing for her. The less coordinated they were, the greater chance she had

succession. Without even bothering with the remaining two, she shot by the gap she created after the Invalid toppled over, nearly hitting her head on the ceiling of

she might make. As long as the Invalids she came across continued to be so uncoordinated and slow, she just had

rounded several corners, almost lamenting her previous actions. Why couldn't she had traveled in

easily bypass them. But, a few came in groups of two and three. Still, it wasn't beyond

she grew more anxious the more she ran. How were there so many Invalids here? Why did none of them become motes of light? Why were they

ran into, the more she began to question how she had traveled so