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!

having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the

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

his enormous semi-illusory wings

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

with him even if they tried. But, his Internal Sight could see Normand's face

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 light, carrying a beauty with it that it had no right to

Leonel's jaw set.

to kill this man. Anyone with

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

route. Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so

on one hand believe that. Then, on the

the madden wail of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital as he pushed himself to

could see it all. The blood that fell from his eyes, how his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away

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

To kill Leonel.

entire battlefield. Leonel could no

feet or the shouts of

flow of his

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

height. Beneath his thinking speed, even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt