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!

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

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

flap of his enormous semi-illusory wings taking

It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless

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

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

Leonel's jaw set.

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

just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew very clearly that this was a person who wanted nothing

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 didn't feel that his own life was

one hand believe that. Then, on the other,

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

from his eyes, how his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away

just going all out. He was going beyond his means for

To kill Leonel.

breath seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could

the crunching ground beneath his feet or the shouts of his men. He could hardly even hear the

his eyes, the flow of

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 make such choices to begin

seemed as slow to a snail's crawl.