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 he could

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

Leonel accelerated backward, a single flap of his

he pressed 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 infinity

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

streaming tears… The first opened 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 sparkled beneath the golden

Leonel's jaw set.

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

only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew very clearly that this was a person who wanted

Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until

that. Then, on the other, feel so torn

feeling like the madden wail of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital as he

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

He was going beyond his means for just one

To kill Leonel.

seemed to silence the entire

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

closed his eyes, the flow of

to be such a burden? Why did every choice he had to make come with such a dull pain? Why did he

an extreme 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 of thinking in just a few