After absorbing the relic of the Arajin within the painting, lines of red crayon emerged as a framework on Saori, with bold patches of color rapidly filling in like flesh and blood.
Red, orange, yellow, green, purple...
Vibrant rainbow light flowed freely over her body, bold colors blending and clashing, with thick multicolored oil paints dripping from Saori, splattering on the floor like a post-modern abstract painting.
Compared to the original simple outline drawn with red crayon lines, now smeared with these chaotic colors, Saori looked even more bizarre and horrifying.
Kamiyagawa studied the changes in Little Crayon's body intently before finally speaking: "Saori."
The latter still looked at a loss, hanging her head, tugging at the dazzling, striking skirt with her colorful, multicolored hands.
Hearing her elder brother call her name, Little Crayon blankly lifted her head.
