"Let's paint something everyone likes."
Anthony Cruz delivered the first stroke on the canvas.
Under the gazes of the onlookers, he worked with flawless ease.
As the ink bled into the picture, emotion flowed through the painting.
It was his signature painting, one that had cemented his position as one of the most accomplished emotional realm painters in the Astral Empire and beyond.
The painting was a simple picture.
A background half shiny, half dimmed, with a shiny droplet of water that looked like a teardrop at the same time.
It was beautiful, yet simple, unsophisticated yet…
A plethora of different emotions rang across the room, toward the crowd.
They could feel it: the doubt, the helplessness, the warmth, the confidence, the peace, the guilt, and other emotions. It hit them all at once, like waves crashing across a shore.
Even Kailen's friends, who were confident in him, had to admit that this guy was a monster.
Could Kailen really beat something like this?
