The bird's long, sharp claws penetrated Vicente's abdomen, cutting deep into the black-haired magician's flesh. But it didn't enjoy the moment, its eyes showing no light as its neck was pierced by the enemy's trident.
Blood dripped onto Vicente's feet as he and the creature fell to the ground, having collided moments ago and then fallen together on their battlefield.
Now their blood stained the stony ground of that mountain, with only one of them breathing, albeit weakened and severely wounded.
Vicente could stand it no longer and let the creature's body fall on top of him, the bird's large neck and head pressing him against the ground, its heavy body against his legs.
"Hah... Hah..." he tried to avoid exclaiming in pain, but he couldn't prevent the rapid sound of his breath escaping from his lips.
"I won!" But Vicente had long since gotten used to the pains of the trade. As a high level magician with great ambitions, it was only natural that he would suffer on his journey of power!
Enduring the pain of the deep wounds in his body, slowly regenerating through one of his skills, he finished removing the creature from above him, rolling onto his side, looking at the dead body of what had been one of the toughest enemies of his journey.
Quickly drinking a recovery potion, aware that his regeneration wouldn't be fast enough to prevent irreversible critical damage, he sat down in the lotus position, next to the enemy's corpse.
His wounds wouldn't heal completely, even with the medicinal potion he had prepared in advance for this kind of situation. But it gave him a little more mana so that he wouldn't faint and would do what had to be done.
Even before one of his allies came over to help him, Vicente continued to absorb the violet pentagram slowly leaving the enemy's body.
He closed his eyes and felt his surroundings disappear, finding himself in his soul space, where his two magical forms floated in two different corners.
Vicente removed all the ambient pressure caused by the short meditation and then showed the few spectators there the most absurd sight they could come across in their lives.
Eight pentagrams left Vicente's body, five of them violet, two cyan and one indigo.
Larissa felt her eyes and lips trembling as she saw the current form Vicente had reached, sensing that the boy in front of her would not only become a Sorcerer in no time, but would eventually reach the legendary Transcendent level!
'This is starting to get out of hand. He's getting too strong while I'm just falling behind,' she thought, proud to have a partner like Vicente and also happy to see an existence like him grow, but recognizing that perhaps her time with him was running out.
Meanwhile, the dwarves there felt like prostrating themselves, even though they were unaware of the agreement Liam had with their new king, which naturally made him the tribe's final leader.
As they watched in appreciation of Vicente's display of absolute power, and he naturally felt fantastic, closer to his goal than ever, high in the sky a small distortion appeared.
From this spatial distortion, a non-human eye revealed itself, moving from side to side, as if searching for something, quickly finding Vicente on that mountain full of battle marks.
'Interesting. I'll keep an eye on you from now on,' the one behind that eye thought, blinking before starting to disappear.
Meanwhile, an invisible pulse started from the place where the eye had appeared, reaching Vicente, making him feel a chill and look back, feeling strange.
'What was that?' Vicente asked himself, but saw nothing behind the sensation of being watched by something.
His joy passed, and he retracted his powers, taking a deep breath and looking at what he had to do now.
'Was it just an impression? Well, I don't feel anything now. Time for me to work on my promise to the fairies and prepare for my departure from Amae!'
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