Appearing in the middle of the central square of the Glorious Buddha Sect, Vicente attracted the attention of all the guards and disciples passing by. As a stranger appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the sect, the seven defensive layers of the headquarters fell like shards of broken glass, with warning sounds ringing out from the various observation towers scattered around the area.
Shouts arose among the weakest and the strongest commanded the retreat of some and the formation of troops to combat the sudden threat that had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the day.
Vicente folded one of his arms across his chest and stared at the fingernails of his other hand disinterestedly, as if invading a headquarters was nothing to him. Meanwhile, 16 pentagrams, most of them violet, solidified around him, making the surrounding space itself tremble in their presence.
