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!

bell appeared before Leonel, his casting speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the spell's construction to attack while he was being protected, his

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

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

was nothing more than his shadow, he pressed his advantage. It seemed to take not a single ounce of

even if they tried. But, his Internal Sight could see

window to a man on the brink of madness. The second was so fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down his

Leonel's jaw set.

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

only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially

dictated his life

hand believe that. Then, on the other, feel

wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital as he pushed himself to

could 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

wasn't just going all out. He was going beyond his

To kill Leonel.

seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could no

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

flow

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

even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's