Swoosh~
Wind gushed throughout the forest and blew Maximilian's hair like a hair dryer on high heat.
It didn't seem to bother him, as he was in perfect concentration, sitting on a rock, and painting a beautiful landscape in front of him.
He was sitting on a cliff, a stretching landscape before him, and he had a brush in hand with the sun shining brightly in the sky.
With the wave of the brush, he moved it across the painting, adding intricate details that brought the scene to life.
At that moment, his stomach churned, his eyes bulged, and he coughed uncontrollably. After the third cough, blood sprayed from his mouth and splattered across the painting.
The blood trickled down the painting, washing it all off into a dark, murky mess.
"Damn it."
Maximilian wiped the blood off his mouth, scowling at the ruined masterpiece, and then kicked the easel over in frustration.
A painful throb pulsated inside his body.
