Chapter 84 — Rejection
Inara was in deep suffering, so much that she couldn't even form rational thoughts anymore.
Her mind was fragmented, her will cracking little by little, and the only thing keeping her grounded—keeping her from losing herself completely to the endless mutations tearing her apart—was her ever-mantra.
Weakness is a sin.
Words spoken by a boy around her age, yet far more powerful than she could ever imagine.
A boy who had seen her at her lowest, when she was crying, begging some beast to spare her life.
It had been pitiful. Embarrassing, even.
But that red-eyed boy hadn't mocked her. He hadn't looked down on her. He hadn't killed her, despite knowing the twisted history between humans and beastkin.
He didn't even pity her either.
Instead, he spoke those words. Words she believed were meant to push her. To make her better.
And that's exactly what she tried to become.
Her mana had been pitiful low and her origin was just common rank one.
