Relying purely on her imagination, Yin Le could not grasp Ronan's train of thought. Nor did she dare ask too much. Suppressing her doubts, she rose to get back to work.
But just then, Ronan called her back. "Wait. Help me take a look."
"Huh?"
Ronan pointed at the Work Area. "What do you feel?"
"This... it's like the sea, but not the sea..." Yin Le honestly described what she had felt before, including that inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Ronan nodded, then waved a hand. The confusing, incomprehensible image in the Virtual Work Area before him split into two layers, peeling apart from one picture into two.
So that was it!
Of the two images, one was precisely the source of Yin Le's familiar feeling. She had seen it many times. It depicted tornado-like columns of air tangled and interfering with one another above a stormy, thunderous sea. They seemed to correspond to several powerful forces, one of which had been erased a few days ago.
As for the other one, it should have been Ronan's work from last night.
Yin Le shifted her gaze over and could not help thinking: This should be a Psychic Map too, right?
The structure of the image vaguely resembled Ronan's style. The reason she said "vaguely" was that its brushwork, especially its handling of shading and lightness, differed considerably from the sketch-like, simple lines of Ronan's usual work.
At first glance, his new work looked more like an oil painting, with a particularly striking texture. Layers upon layers of dark, bluish-black color blocks formed the main background of the image.
After the earlier overlap, Yin Le naturally assumed that the painting depicted some lightless seabed. The rippling traces formed by piled-up color blocks were dark currents surging through the deep sea, heavy and