Mirage Queen was restless since yesterday.
It had already been a day since the war started and the results were appalling.
While humans and abyssals performed equally in the wars involving high awakeners, a distinct pattern was evident in the wars involving only mid and low awakeners.
Humans were winning.
It's more of an edge. A significant, but not game-changing advantage. However, it was undeniable.
"How far they have come." Mirage Queen stared at her own reflection in the ceiling as it asked 'how far she had come.'
Her 'family' volunteered to be the vanguard for the great mission of abyss rejuvenation.
It'd been more than a hundred years since the abyssals found humans. Mirage Queen grew up from a naive little girl into the queen that oversaw one-eighth of the abyssals.
And as she grew, she watched humans grow.
When she was a low awakener, humans were still barely surviving the abyssals' onslaught.