Looking down at himself, he understood why. While his mind had been taken elsewhere and he had seen things that he still needed time to understand, he had shown his powers and taken possession of that golden crystal.
The item was now deeply embedded in one of his hands, with golden lines and special characters connecting it to his soul.
At that very moment, Vicente could tell that he was finishing integrating himself into that essence of light, and every one of the creatures, not just peak Grand Magus, but also Sorcerers, were watching him, coveting the crystal and wishing him dead.