"I have no idea." Painter shook his head. "I have never seen anything like this before. Usually, when someone contracts a high-tier soul beast, a pillar of light rises. But this... this looks like a storm."
"And it's growing stronger," Grey frowned, his eyes narrowing as he tried to peer through the distance. But even he couldn't see through the storm. "It's almost as if something is… evolving."
"Evolving? It feels similar, but it's not quite the same. Still, it is still a very beautiful sight..." The Painter raised his hand, summoning a canvas from the ground, gaining inspiration for his next painting.
He held the brush and started painting the storm while sitting atop the tree. "Hmm? I can't capture it?"
It took him a brief moment to notice that something was wrong with his painting. He was drawing the storm, but he wasn't able to capture its essence. For the first time in a long while, his painting was completely ordinary.
