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!

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

[Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was reached and a

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

single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless white gold that streaked to infinity toward

Sight could

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

Leonel's jaw set.

man. Anyone with even the slightest shred of sympathy wouldn't

mountain of corpses to save this man he had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when

such a 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

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

His shout spread throughout the Capital as he pushed himself to

flesh away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping past its limits, causing micro tears

going all out. He was going beyond his means for just one

To kill Leonel.

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

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

his eyes, the flow of

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

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