Dimensional Descent

Aina's body continued to walk forward completely out of her control. Before she could even grasp what was happening, she was sitting to the right of the man, her body trembling uncontrollably. No matter how hard she fought back, she couldn't seem to break free.

Aina clenched her jaw, her head raising to look the man in the eye.

The situation was far outside of her expectations. She sat no more than a meter and a half from a man she was certain could take her life with a thought. But, what was even more astonishing was the fact this… wasn't a man at all.

When Aina met the man's gaze, she finally noticed the familiar white irises, flickering with indifference.

There was no doubt, this was an Invalid, a true Invalid, a Variant Invalid.

Aina's heart lost control of any sense of rhythm, accelerating to the point it seemed it might fly from her chest at any moment.

The man's wrists never stopped, slowly cutting the head before it in half. Grotesque white and red liquids spilled outward, pooling around the severed neck and almost overflowing the plate.

Aina's stomach rolled as the Invalid brought the fork to its mouth. Somehow, the immaculate table manners it displayed made the scene several times more difficult to watch. The dichotomy of stateliness and stomach churning sights made one's head spin.

"No comment?" The Invalid finished chewing and spoke these words.

It wiped its lips with a pristine white cloth despite the fact there wasn't a speck of impurity on its face. It seemed completely at ease.

to come to me after all these years, I assumed that you would be powerful. But, I didn't think that you would be such a fledgling.

The Invalid smiled lightly.

half the charm the male Invalid was currently projecting. Yet, Aina only felt more disgust. Unfortunately, as much as she wanted

thought. She wasn't aware of how dangerous

last time anyone had come to this mountain range willingly, let alone to the point of entering

its strong bridged nose tilting up in the air. It took a deep sniff, its gaze stirring with the first hint of emotion

"This smell…"

Invalid leaned

in her seat, trying to maintain distance, but her movements were completely out of her control. Her body trembled violently even to the point where the chair she sat

the male Invalid brushed by Aina's hair and

took a pause as though it was appreciating the

One would have thought that the sensation was akin to being near a rotting corpse, but in Aina's opinion, it was far

of it. It was far worse than just a rotting

What a nice

hair for a long time. It was as

It's the scent of a delicacy, the kind of scent that shouldn't appear on this

against her will. From her sides, they were

that moment that Aina saw what sat

being exposed to the air for so long, it started to experience some discoloration, turning into a deeper purple-black. A pungent smell of blood and gore hung in the