Dimensional Descent
Chapter 771
Chapter 770 - Eternal
Normand crashed into Leonel's body, impaling himself further. However, Leonel didn't move an inch. As though a steady mountain that had stood since an ancient era, he remained unmoving even as Normand's chin fell over his shoulder.
Normand sputtered, his mouth, already leaking with blood, suddenly beginning to flow with it. The tears that fell down his face only seemed to make the crimson stream down faster, sapping away the heaviness of his life's blood and washing it away as though it was meaningless.
A light chuckle left Normand's lips, his raised sword slowly falling to the side. He no longer had the strength to hold it up. Even now, the only reason he could continue to stand on his feet was because of Leonel's spear and shoulder.
"… How… pathetic…" He coughed violently, shards of flesh flying from his mouth and coating Leonel's back as though to mark him for a lifetime.
"… I… Normand the… Swift… Lost because… I tripped…"
He found it hysterical.
He could see through the difficulty in doing such a thing to him. The location of the change to the earth had to be precisely chosen, it had to be well hidden, and it had to be perfectly timed.
At the speed he was going at, his feet hardly touched the ground even once in tens of meters and the intervals weren't even evenly spaced. Depending on the attacks he chose, the acceleration or deceleration he could choose mid combat, any number of changes could occur.
At his speed, any one of those changes could cause deviations of several meters. Yet, Leonel still chose the precise point where his toes would strike the ground, causing the greatest amount of devastation to him.
He understood all of this well. To be a Pure Speedster, he had to have a thinking speed that could keep up with his legs. However, he still found it all to be hysterical. If he had the energy to laugh into the skies, he would do it.
Normand's mouth sputtered with another mouthful of blood, this time completely drenching Leonel's back through.
For the battle…" He
his body going
his spear still running through Normand's body, the latter's chin still resting
could feel the light smile on Normand's face, that satisfied upturn of his lip,
of a man who had finally died on his own terms. Not in a cell
rang over
wasn't a single hint of the cheering one would expect to hear after
a brewing heaviness, an unwillingness that radiated outward in
Normand the Swift… The Wind called me Brother… The Light called me Friend… The Gods
Eternal.
he slowly lowered Normand
lids of his eyes with two fingers, uncaring as the tips of his
the castle in the distance. There, there was a man who
black hair, dotted with strands of grey, was immaculately well kempt. Even as it shifted in the wind, whether
straight. It seemed to connect him to the skies above… Even as his robes fluttered and his hair shifted, this was the one constant that
rather than the King of a Nation that
deity, observing the work of his creation as though it was passive, middling entertainment rather than the lives
than any debasing snicker, any snide
to Normand's corpse. Even now, his lip was curled into that very smile Leonel had
over, a
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