Dimensional Descent

Chapter 769 - Why.

A pillar of golden light descended from the skies and seemed to blind the entirety of the battlefield.

Normand's roars shook the Capital, his conviction splitting the clouds in the sky apart and causing a fissure that divided the two opposing forces.

When he reappeared, it seemed as though he had been completely reformed. His body was flooded with a white gold light, making it look as though he was wearing robes. His golden hair had been completely cleansed and his emerald eyes shone like two true gems. As though his form had become ethereal, he seemed as light as a wisp of smoke and as fleeting as a fragrance in the wind.

Then, he moved.

Leonel's pupils constricted. He circulated [Golden Feather Step], causing two massive wings to appear toward his back. Their white gold appearance was no less dazzling, especially as each feather became more and more defined.

However, they had hardly formed when Normand had already appeared before him. It was as though it had only taken him a single flicker, a small twitch of the muscle, a minute intention, for him to suddenly cross a distance of hundreds of meters.

Like a streaking light, his sword struck forward, its speed so fast and its pattern so all encompassing that a singular thin blade almost formed a curtain all to its own.

Leonel frowned. '[Grand Bell Construct].'

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Leonel, his casting speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the spell's construction to attack while he was being protected, his

lights doubled. In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was reached and a rain of piercing swords

backward, a single flap of his enormous semi-illusory wings

It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to keep up, his

they tried. But, his Internal Sight could see Normand's

brink of madness. The second was so fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down his chin and be whipped away by the

Leonel's jaw set.

with even the slightest shred of sympathy wouldn't want to do such

dictated that he should find a way, that he should climb through a mountain of corpses to save this man he had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew

route. Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so much was because he didn't feel that his own life was

on one hand believe that. Then, on the other, feel so torn in

madden wail of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital as he pushed himself

tore streaks of flesh away from his

going all out. He was going beyond

To kill Leonel.

the entire battlefield. Leonel could no

the collapsing walls of the city. He couldn't sense the crunching ground beneath his feet or the shouts of his men. He

his eyes, the flow of his

did everything always have to be such a burden? Why did every choice he had to make come with such a dull

thinking speed, even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a