A new month had slipped by, with Vicente still entrenched in the same cultivation room he had entered four months earlier.
Today, however, he emerged as a transformed individual, having mastered over 150 spells and 40 forging techniques. His control over his elements was now unparalleled. He had achieved remarkable feats during his time in isolation.
As he concluded another intense session of cultivation, Vicente opened his eyes, a determined glint shining through. "I'm so close," he thought. "Just a few more techniques or a spark of inspiration, and I'll ascend to the next stage within months."
Glancing around the room, a sense of pride washed over him. The brand new robotic artifacts and armors he had meticulously crafted stood testament to his progress. The new forging techniques, combined with his magical knowledge, had revolutionized his designs. His latest armor was now so formidable that even Archmages would struggle to leave a scratch.
