As the Art Student explained, he unfolded his easel, methodically mounted the paper, then took out a palette, squeezed some Dark Color Palette paints onto it, and slowly mixed them.
"When the Art Classroom is about to close, the teachers will shine a beam of light over here from their lookout tower. Once you notice the light shining over, just pack up immediately and return to the classroom."
Understanding dawned on Mao Feiyang's face. "Oh, oh! So that's how it works!"
Once his preparations were complete, Mao Feiyang held his palette in one hand and his brush in the other. As he looked at the scene before him, he gradually grew solemn and quiet.
From his vantage point, he could see neither the cliff nor its sheer face, only an ocean shrouded in darkness and thick fog.
Violent waves surged across the turbulent ocean, its darkness like a bottomless abyss. The crests were like the enormous arms of monsters, pounding the rocky cliffs with terrifying roars that climbed up to the Lookout with the sea wind, shaking them to their cores.
Farther out, deathly white fog rose from the pitch-black sea. Layer upon layer obscured their vision, making it impossible to distinguish direction or distance.
Across the deep ocean, fog spread like ink.
The thick fog rising from the sea resembled silent ghosts suspended in the air, concealing endless horrors and unknowns.
Ocean, fog, phantoms... these elements intertwined into a soul-seizing labyrinth of darkness. Everything appeared hazy and indistinct, as though dark forces were quietly encroaching, stirring endless terror and fear within the gloom.
Beneath this black curtain, time seemed to stand still. Only the mournful sea wind pierced the silent night sky.
Beyond the fog lay a stretch of chaos, making Ocean and sky indistinguishable.
But as his gaze