A hush engulfed the lecture hall the moment Instructor Bonevald appeared before the students.
Tall treant with deep green eyes, donned in a strange black suit, he floated calmly around the podium, his gaze sweeping across the expanse of the lecture hall.
His eyes narrowed slightly when they landed on Kailen Darkhaven.
"His mother was my classmate," Bonevald mused inwardly. "Someone I fought tooth and nail against for the highest scores in painting class… and now, her son sits amongst my students. Hah. How fate toys with us."
He drifted to the center, voice loud and clear.
"Welcome to Painting Class. Most of you are here for recreation, and frankly, I don't blame you. Don't worry—you'll pass the course as long as you meet the minimum skill requirements."
His tone softened, yet bore profound weight.
"But that's all you'll have—skill. You won't grasp the true essence of painting."
A massive canvas floated before him, glowing faintly. A slender green tool appeared beside it.
