The moment he looked up at the sky, just after his first pentagram completed its transformation to the indigo grade, Vicente felt himself under the eyes of a crowd.
The destroyed place, seemingly devoid of living beings, suddenly became a widely observed place, with several frightening auras nearby.
Vicente couldn't see anyone in particular. But the shapes of the clouds, the way the golden rays of light hit his face, were more than enough for him to be sure that something was trying to communicate with him.
In that moment, when time seemed to stand still for him, he felt a strange connection to something far away, something that was suppressing him and trying to expel him to that distant place that was connected to him.
'Is this the Supreme Continent?' he asked himself as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
