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!

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

eye, Normand's sword lights doubled. In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was reached and

accelerated backward, a single flap of his enormous

single

keep up with him even if they tried. But, his Internal Sight could see Normand's face almost as clearly as

the brink of madness. The second was so fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson

Leonel's jaw set.

his being did not want to kill this man. Anyone with even

just met today. It was a silly, meaningless

logic told 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 so much was because he

that. Then, on the other, feel so torn

his call feeling like the madden wail of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the

away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping past its limits, causing micro tears to appear one

wasn't just going all out. He was

To kill Leonel.

the entire battlefield. Leonel could no longer

sense the crunching ground beneath his feet or the shouts of

his eyes, the flow of

such a dull pain? Why did he live

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