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!

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

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

single flap of his enormous semi-illusory wings taking him

a single ounce of effort to keep up, his body draped in an endless

Internal Sight could

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 it that it had

Leonel's jaw set.

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

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

his life until

one hand believe that. Then, on the other, feel

beast. His

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

out. He was going beyond

To kill Leonel.

breath seemed to silence the entire battlefield. Leonel could no longer hear

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

closed his eyes, the flow of his blood

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

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