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.

would be powerful. But, I

The Invalid smiled lightly.

put in couldn't match to even half the charm

wasn't aware of how dangerous this region was before she entered. Had she, she would likely understand more

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

air. It took a deep sniff, its gaze stirring with the first hint of emotion

"This smell…"

Invalid leaned

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

of the male Invalid brushed by Aina's hair and almost touched her

a pause as though it was appreciating the scent of

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

though she was standing next to a pile of shit. But, upon that pile of shit, one had poured the strongest and most invasive perfumes all over the top of it. It was far worse than just a rotting corpse, far worse than someone trying

What a

Aina's hair for a long time. It was as though it couldn't sense her squirming in

appear on this forsaken world. I understand now, you aren't from Terrain, no

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

was only at that moment that Aina saw

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