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!

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

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

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

take not a single

if they tried. But, his Internal Sight

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

Leonel's jaw set.

fiber of his being did not want to kill this man. Anyone with

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 very clearly that this was a

single life wasn't worth how many he would sacrifice by taking such a route. Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he

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

His shout spread throughout the Capital as he pushed himself

tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping past its limits, causing

going all out. He was going beyond his means for

To kill Leonel.

to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could no longer

beneath his feet or the shouts of his men.

the flow

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