Compared to other paintings, it looked like a bunch of paint had been randomly smeared on it, with nothing special about it.
However...
"There's something off about this paint..."
Colin detected some issues through his sense of smell.
Just as he was about to go over there and take a look, an image suddenly popped into his mind—
In the twisted cosmic painting not far from him, a nauseatingly brilliant halo burst forth, and within the halo, one could vaguely make out the figure of a woman. In an extremely short amount of time, it completely enveloped him, and then...
Clang.
A new oil painting fell to the ground, depicting none other than Colin himself.
"As expected, the big painting is indeed a trap, and the woman isn't dead."
As the corresponding thought flashed past, flames suddenly erupted from Colin's body, covering him entirely, and then he lifted his hand, palm facing the dazzling halo that had just spewed forth from the cosmic painting canvas...
"Scram."
