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.

I assumed that you would be powerful. But, I didn't think that

The Invalid smiled lightly.

half the charm the male Invalid was currently projecting. Yet, Aina only

aware of how dangerous this region was before

quite literally been centuries since the last time anyone had come to this mountain range willingly, let alone to the point of entering its home and

in the air. It took a deep sniff, its gaze stirring with the first

"This smell…"

Invalid

movements were completely out of her control. Her body trembled violently even to the point

by Aina's hair

as though it was appreciating the scent

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

and most invasive perfumes all over the top of it. It was far worse than just

a

male Invalid didn't move from Aina's hair for a long time. It

delicacy, the kind of scent that shouldn't appear on this forsaken world. I understand now, you aren't from Terrain,

at that moment, Aina's hands began to move against her will. From her sides, they were pulled up until

that Aina

brain sat there, its numerous folds slowly collapsing on its own weight. After being exposed to the air for so long, it started to experience some discoloration, turning into