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!

reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the spell's construction to attack

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

a single flap of his enormous semi-illusory wings

than his shadow, he pressed his advantage. It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless white gold that streaked to infinity toward his

tried. But, his Internal Sight could

The first opened a window to a man on the 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

Leonel's jaw set.

man. Anyone with even the slightest shred of sympathy

he should find a way, that he should climb through 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

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

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

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

his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping

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

To kill Leonel.

deep breath seemed to silence the entire

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

flow of his blood reaching

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

his thinking speed, even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that he could