As the first pentagram of Vicente's magnetic form began to evolve, the three elves turned away from him, but stayed to watch his entire departure.
"Good luck on the Supre Continent. Don't push your limits. Take it easy and think about the long term. If all goes well, your family will live there. Don't make mistakes that will cause problems for them," the tribal leader said while Vicente could still hear him.
A few monts later, Vicente could no longer hear anything as he felt himself under the eyes of invisible cosmic beings. anwhile, his connection to the Supre Continent took over his body.
The surrounding mana moved even more voraciously into his body, destroying and rebuilding his pentagram.
Vicente felt less and less a part of the Polaris Realm, gradually losing touch with that reality, feeling as if the surrounding space was part of himself and the rest was another universe.
The elents of the area beca distant from him, while all he felt was a strange power coming from sowhere far away.
Suddenly, his rebuilding pentagram changed, suddenly glowing strongly as if it was about to explode, for a mont becoming impossible to observe.
Then, like a flash of lightning, it returned to its usual form, this ti a strong indigo color!
The other two pentagrams—capable of evolving—appeared, also showing signs of evolution.
A golden bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and shortly after, the three elves saw Vicente disappear, his aura no longer noticeable.
But the phenonon caused by his ascension and departure lingered for a few monts, leaving the area more powerful than ever, with Vicente's tal tower benefiting from it.
The elves felt the electromagnetic phenona in the area grow stronger, not knowing whether to look toward where he had disappeared or toward the tower.
"Sigh... He's gone. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. The books didn't ntion it," said the woman next to the two golden-haired elves.
The leader of the tribe said, "Soone who becos a Magus gets one indigo pentagram before they leave. Vicente left with four and will probably arrive on the Supre Continent with six, maybe seven essences of that grade."
"That makes sense... Sigh! He'll arrive there like a monster. I hope he doesn't have the misfortune of running into so kind of talent scout. That would be tragic for all of us." The weaker man said before turning his face to the tal tower.
"What about her?"
"She'll be fine. But still, it's best if one of us stays here to talk to her about her brother's departure and to propose our alliance. Our agreent with Vicente is verbal, but with her and the others, it must be different," said the tribal leader.
"Syvis, you must stay. Orym and I will leave to sort out the beginning of our tribe's entry into this ss. Now that Vicente is gone, there's a lot for us to do. The vampires are still a great danger."
The three agreed, with the woman staying behind and the two n leaving not long after the phenona in the area had cald down.
Left alone, under the observation of Vicente's robotic armor, Syvis would soon sit down to ditate while waiting for Lauren.
'It will take her at least five weeks to finish absorbing all the blood she received. I'll ditate while she finishes...' Syvis looked in the direction he had gone after thinking about Lauren. 'I just hope you have luck on your path, Vicente Fuller.'
...
anwhile, Vicente felt as if his body had risen into the sky and then traveled between the clouds for about four minutes as his seventh indigo pentagram finished forming.
When this happened, the speed at which he was being transported to another place changed, accelerating significantly until he felt as if he had entered the water, with a powerful sensation perating every corner of his body.
This wasn't water, however, but mana so dense that for a few seconds Vicente thought he was going to drown, moving his arms like a drowning person.
As he did so, he felt the mana in the surrounding area pass through his fingers, a sensation impossible to feel in Polaris Realm!
Then, as if by a touch of magic, his Magic Gems absorbed much of the surrounding mana until what looked like a silver chain ford on his forehead, connecting the two gems.
The sensation of being in water passed, while his 12 pentagrams appeared outside of his body, showing his current configuration.
For his magnetic powers, his current configuration was indigo, indigo, cyan, cyan, indigo, cyan.
For the Throne, his configuration was not so different: indigo, cyan, cyan, indigo, indigo, indigo.
But there were two surprises for Vicente in two pentagrams.
He ignored the still blurry but gradually sharpening surroundings to focus on his previous green magnetic pentagram, but also on the newest pentagram he had absorbed, which should be cyan.
The pentagram of light had also evolved to indigo. This was not strange, considering that this pentagram was the type that evolved with the progress of its user. But the green pentagram, with the original power of Psychic Immunity, was not the type that could evolve. Even so, it was clearly cyan now.
'What happened?' Vicente asked himself, ignoring the fact that his cultivation had just passed the last barrier of the initial level of the 6th stage and reached the Interdiate Archmage level.
However, he would soon put his many doubts aside as he saw his surroundings more clearly, as what seed to be a heavy fog dissipated, revealing the place where he had arrived, a place he honestly hadn't expected to encounter.
His pentagrams returned to his body and his evolution of ascension to the Supre Continent ended as he saw what looked like a platform inside a building.
The place he was on had a concave roof, with several strange inscriptions on concave columns that ford an 'X'. In addition, the area around the platform was almost completely walled off, with only one exit ahead where a group was waiting for him.
These individuals looked human, but most of them had animal ears, hooves, wings, and even the heads of beasts.
"Human, 33 years old, Interdiate Archmage, from Polaris Realm." Soone said in a distinct language than the one Vicente knew, but he understood it, strangely enough.
"What is your na?" The only one who looked completely human asked Vicente.
"Vicente Fuller." He replied as he narrowed his eyes, montarily not noticing the cultivation of these beings.
"Well, welco to Anicane, Vicente Fuller."
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