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!

Leonel, his casting speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of

blink of an eye, Normand's sword lights doubled. In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s

his enormous semi-illusory wings taking him

than his shadow, he pressed his advantage. It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to keep up,

Sight could see Normand's face almost

so fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down

Leonel's jaw set.

with even the slightest shred of

had only just met today. It was

he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so much was because he didn't feel that his own life was worth any

believe that. Then, on the other, feel

of a wounded beast. His

all. The blood that fell from his eyes, how his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could

out. He was going

To kill Leonel.

seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could

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

flow of his blood reaching a

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

even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that he could accomplish days of thinking in