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!

However, before he could take advantage of the

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

Leonel accelerated backward, a single flap of his enormous

take not a single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless white gold that streaked to infinity toward his

But, his Internal Sight could

fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down his chin and be whipped away by the wind.

Leonel's jaw set.

man. Anyone with

mountain of corpses to save this man he had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety,

that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing

how could he on one hand believe that. Then, on the

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

his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his

all out. He was going beyond his means

To kill Leonel.

the entire battlefield.

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

the flow of his blood reaching a

did everything always have to be such a burden? Why did every choice he 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 just