Once the final stroke was placed, the painting stood complete.... Well, one single step from completion.
At first glance, it looked like nothing more than an exceptionally detailed and realistic piece of art.
The colors were rich, the composition was masterful, and the level of detail was breathtaking.
*At this point paint more of the frozen detail of the image the pantheon gathered in the skies like Gods on the battlefield.*
Yet, to the untrained eye, it appeared to be nothing more than a magnificent painting — nothing overtly supernatural or world-shaking.
Ash leaned back slightly on his throne, tilting his head as he studied his own work with a calm, thoughtful gaze.
'Hmm, this should do.' He thought to himself as this is the perfect way he figured to do away with the Prime Expanse.
He seemed to be checking if anything was missing, his reddish-purple eyes scanning the canvas from top to bottom.
