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 advantage of the spell's construction to attack while he was being

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

backward, a single flap of his enormous semi-illusory wings

his 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

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

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

Leonel's jaw set.

did not want to kill this man. Anyone with even the slightest shred of sympathy wouldn't want

had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew very clearly that

him 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 hated killing

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

roared, his call feeling like the madden wail of a wounded beast. His

see 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 past its limits, causing

out. He was going beyond his

To kill Leonel.

silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could no

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 own

closed his eyes, the flow of his blood

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

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