Vale lingered for a few moments, staring at the black flames depicted on the painting before him. His thoughts spiraled, just like the staircase he was climbing, confusion settling over him.
His group, unaware of the similarity between the black flames and his unique ability, continued ascending the stairs without pause.
"You okay, Vale?" Ayla asked, stopping midstep as she noticed he was falling behind.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Vale lifted his gaze toward the sound of her voice.
"Yeah," he replied, pushing forward to catch up.
Soon, he stood before another painting.
A clear blue sky stretched across the canvas. The familiar shadowy figure with two horns floated among the clouds—but this time, it wasn't alone.
Five more human-like figures stood there, painted in pristine white. They looked nothing like the dark figure.
Each wielded a different weapon—spears, swords and a bow strung with light itself.
