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!

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

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

accelerated backward, a single flap of his

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

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

that it drew blood, causing crimson to

Leonel's jaw set.

being did not want to kill this man. Anyone with

had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety,

he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so much was because he didn't feel that

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

wounded beast. His shout spread throughout the Capital as he

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

He was going

To kill Leonel.

silence the entire battlefield.

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

the flow of his blood

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

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