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!

having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the spell's construction

[Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive

of his enormous semi-illusory wings taking him dozens of meters

nothing more than his shadow, he pressed his advantage. It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort

Internal Sight could see Normand's face almost as clearly as

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

Leonel's jaw set.

this man. Anyone with even

this man he had only just met today.

a route. Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so much

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

of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout

it all. The blood that fell from his eyes, how his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping

was going beyond his

To kill Leonel.

breath seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could

city. He couldn't sense the crunching ground beneath his feet or the

his eyes, the flow of his

be such a burden? Why did every choice he had to make come with such a dull pain? Why did he live in a

reached an extreme height. Beneath his thinking speed, even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that he could accomplish