Dimensional Descent

The male Invalid smiled lightly, pressing its knife just a bit more firmly into Aina's skin. Despite the fact it was still the flat of the blade, Aina's skin was left with a much deeper impression, taking several more seconds to rebound to its previous unblemished appearance.

Aina's jaw clenched tightly, her gaze completely focused on the knife gliding across her hand. It was as though she would rather see everything through to the end than look away.

As for the Invalids words, she hardly cared about them.

Invalids represented failure. Even if they were the so-called majority, nothing would change that.

Plus, unlike humans, Invalids couldn't reproduce. They had no way of multiplying their numbers. As such, even if for a short moment they were indeed the majority, just how long would that last exactly?

That said, it wasn't like there were no worlds were humans failed to weed out the Invalid threat. In those cases, Invalids would become the majority and take hold of the planet for themselves. But…

The irony of it all was that while humans could evolve without Invalids, the vice versa was not possible. In the cases where Invalids 'won', the reality was that they in fact lost.

Now trapped on a world without humans and without ability to travel to other worlds, they essentially reached their limit until the day the world was devoured by its Zones due to lack of human presence.

No matter how you looked at it, Invalids were inferior in every way. Whether it was by the fact they failed to awaken their abilities or even up to the fact they were reliant on humans even now.

"Hm? You don't believe me?"

The male Invalid blinked, a part dangerous, part amused light in its eyes. It seemed impossible to read its intentions, leaving Aina in a perpetually tense state. Her nerves stood on end, even the tiniest hairs on her arm standing erect.

reality quickly chipped away at Aina's mental fortitude. It made one worry if this

humans have indeed always been like this. But then again, my people have their own issues. I try to tell them that they should control their impulses better, but they don't

sighed, continuing to run its

and bide their time properly.

male Invalid chuckled

her gaze carrying a fiery blaze. Maybe if looks could kill, the male Invalid would have been diced into countless pieces

to last so long in my presence. Most

male Invalid reached a finger forward, trailing it across Aina's inflamed scars until he stopped at the gem that hung from

poked and prodded at left Aina's body shaking even more fiercely than

of a knife meeting hard wood

pooling across the table and dripping to

"Ah, oops."

Invalid clicked his tongue, shaking

blood off its blade. After he was finished, he raised the bloodied cloth to his nose, inhaling a

hand freely, only to be stopped by the male

level of intensity. If only she could move, if

"… This blood…"

tinge of red. From his previously calm

You… You're

Invalid's face flushed with excitement. He displayed a level

laughter rang through the underground space. It was so loud that the walls began to