Chapter 412 - Hero (1/2)

Hao Xuan and Gavril walked along the hallway for over 10 minutes before coming to a stop.

Gavril turned to his right and faced the wall. He kept staring at it with an intrigued gaze, as if inspecting something out of the ordinary but all Hao Xuan could see was a normal stretch of wall with one object on it.

There was absolutely nothing on it other than a framed water painting of a landscape . At first glance, it didn't seem anything special but the more Hao Xuan looked at it, the more entranced he became.

It showed a lush green valley. There were no animals or beasts inside it, only a stretch of simple green pasture that was just a few inches tall. A single stream passed through the river but it wasn't water that was inside it but milk.

The two mountains on either side of the valley were so tall that their peaks were hidden in clouds.

After a couple of seconds Hao Xuan noticed that the grass was moving with the occasional gusts of wind and the milk stream flowed normally. The painting was alive!

”It's here,” Gavril mumbled while running his hand around the painting's frame.

”What? What's here?” Hao Xuan asked in a hushed voice, looking left and right warily.

”The source of the magic, it's this painting. Didn't you notice? We walked past it over thirty times in the last few minutes. It's the only thing that keeps repeating. It looks like whoever is behind is really an amateur. But with this much power? How is it possible...”

”So what do we do then? Can we get out of this....spell or whatever?”

”We will see. Let's go,” Gavril spoke softly while putting his right hand over the painting.

Hao Xuan looked at him with a cautious frown, ”Go...where?”

Gavril extended his left hand and grabbed Hao Xuan by the shoulder before answering, ”Into the painting.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple of translucent energy spread out from his body and a white light enveloped both of them. Hao Xuan quickly closed his eyes and when he opened them, he was standing inside the valley.

There was no sun or moon in the sky but it was bright enough to resemble the time of dusk. The wind gently blew across the meadow without pause. The sound of the milk stream came from the right side.