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!

he could take advantage

In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was

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

advantage. It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless white gold that streaked to infinity toward

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

it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down his chin and be whipped away by the wind. The last

Leonel's jaw set.

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

met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew very clearly that this was a person who wanted nothing more than to

that how he had dictated his life until this point?

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

wounded beast. His shout spread

bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his

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

To kill Leonel.

breath seemed to silence the entire battlefield.

couldn't feel the collapsing walls of the city. He couldn't sense the crunching ground beneath his feet or the shouts of his men. He could hardly even hear the beating of his

flow of his blood reaching a

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

as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that he could accomplish days of thinking in just a few