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

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

of his enormous semi-illusory wings taking him dozens of meters with

single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless white gold that streaked to infinity toward his

they tried. But, his Internal Sight could see Normand's

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

Leonel's jaw set.

his being did not want to kill this man. Anyone with even the slightest shred

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

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

that. Then, on the other, feel

His shout spread throughout the Capital as he pushed

eyes, how his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could even sense

wasn't just going all out. He was going beyond his means for

To kill Leonel.

breath seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel

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

his eyes, the flow

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

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