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!

speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take

[Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was reached and a rain of piercing swords surged toward

spear, Leonel accelerated backward, a single flap of his enormous semi-illusory wings taking him dozens of meters with

seemed to take not a single ounce of effort

if they tried. But, his Internal Sight could see Normand's face almost as clearly as

eyes, the gritted teeth, the streaming tears… The first opened a window to 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 whipped away by the wind. The last sparkled beneath the golden light, carrying a beauty with it

Leonel's jaw set.

fiber of his being did not want to kill this man. Anyone with even the slightest shred

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 very clearly that this was a

he had dictated his life until this

how could he on one hand believe that. Then, on the other, feel so

beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital

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 past its

just going all out. He was going beyond

To kill Leonel.

breath seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could no longer

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

closed his eyes, the flow of his

he had to make come with such a dull pain? Why did he

speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that he could accomplish days