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.

Aina's mental fortitude. It made one worry if this

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 like to

to run

down a bit and bide their time properly. How are we

male Invalid

a fiery blaze. Maybe if looks could kill, the male Invalid would have been

so long in my presence. Most minds would have collapsed

across Aina's inflamed scars

her scars poked and prodded at left Aina's body shaking even more fiercely than before, but her gaze remained

sound of a knife meeting

the table

"Ah, oops."

Invalid clicked his

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

fingers rolled from her hand freely, only to be stopped by the

new level of intensity. If only she could move, if only she

"… This blood…"

a tinge of red. From his previously calm expression, it seemed

You're a

face flushed with excitement. He displayed a level of emotion Aina had yet to see

through the underground space. It was so loud that