Lloyd regulated his breathing, doing his best to slow his heart rate as he patiently waited for the pattern on the canvas to form.
The blood-red special paint slowly spread along the strands of nerves, looking as if a network of blood vessels and nerve bundles were gradually taking shape.
If you stared at it long enough, you could even feel a faint pulsation and tremor, as if it were about to come to life.
Lloyd waited patiently for five minutes. According to the Chief Judge's experience, the red on the canvas should have already solidified and set by now.
But on the canvas before him, the paint was still flowing and changing.
'Is it because the materials I'm using are too high-quality?'
He rubbed his chin, mulling it over, and then waited patiently for another two minutes.
However, the pattern on the canvas was still changing, refusing to set.
Lloyd quickly leaned in for a closer look.
