"Crack, crack, crack!"
Just as Fisher had anticipated, as he softly uttered the answer, the mirror-like door quickly split open from the center, revealing a narrow fissure. Then, it slowly parted, unveiling a dimly fragrant space beyond.
"Is it open?"
The space inside was pitch black, strewn with dust long uncleaned. As the door opened, the area lit up automatically like Elliog's castle, illuminating the scene within.
The floor was covered with scattered canvases and paints—some completely used, some halfway used, and many dried into solid remnants. Aside from these, the most attention-grabbing was a painting hanging in the middle of the wall, directly facing the door.
On the canvas, an astonishingly skilled painter reanimated a scene from their mind with vivid and delicate strokes—a dark moonlit scene, where bathed in moonlight lay the serene sleeping visage of a handsome man.
