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!

appeared before Leonel, his casting speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the spell's construction to

eye, Normand's sword lights doubled. In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit

his enormous semi-illusory wings taking him dozens of meters

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

Internal Sight could see Normand's face almost as clearly as if he was standing

gritted teeth, the streaming tears… 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 with

Leonel's jaw set.

this man. Anyone with even the slightest shred

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

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

Then, on the

feeling like the madden wail of a wounded beast. His shout spread throughout

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

going all out. He was going beyond his

To kill Leonel.

entire

couldn't feel the collapsing walls of the city. He couldn't sense the crunching ground beneath his feet or the shouts of his men. He could hardly

closed his eyes, the flow of his

Why did every choice he had to make come with such a dull pain? Why did he live in

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