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

Construct]'s defensive limit was reached and a rain of piercing swords surged toward Leonel's vital

his spear, Leonel accelerated backward, a single flap of his

to take not a single ounce of effort to

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

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

Leonel's jaw set.

man. Anyone with even the slightest shred of sympathy wouldn't want to do such a

a mountain of corpses to save this man he had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew very clearly that this was a person who

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

on one hand believe that. Then, on the other, feel so torn in

of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital as

bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He

out. He was going beyond his

To kill Leonel.

entire

He couldn't sense the crunching ground beneath his feet or the shouts of his men. He could hardly even

eyes, the flow of his blood

to be such a burden? Why did every choice he had to make come with such a dull pain? Why

even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that