The sun brightly shone from above.
The land was dry.
A single altar stood in the middle of a desolate land.
Numerous people stood around the altar, dancing, and singing.
They seemed to be people from the primitive era as they were using leaves and animal hide to cover their bodies.
A lot of their skin was exposed, drawn full of strange and primitive black patterns; as they danced, these black patterns also moved with their bodies to create an indescribable sense of eeriness.
At this point, these people had already forgotten themselves in their dance.
『 They're dancing, what should we do now, do we join them or not? 』Sha Qiang asked.
Everyone had already entered the painting in order to temporarily seek refuge.
Hazeden looked at Guyan and asked: "People from Magic-type worlds like yours should have a very deep understanding of painted worlds like this, what do you think we should do now?"
"I know a bit about them"
