These Art Students, standing their ground, interpret the spirit of not giving up with their actions under an apocalyptic storm and Grey Mist, like the flickers of candlelight in every corridor of the Art Building, weak yet struggling to shine at the brink of extinguishment.
"Boom—"
Suddenly, a peal of thunder resounded, lightning tearing through the night sky, and for a moment, the entire hall was briefly illuminated, outlining an overexposed world of white lines. In that instant, Lin Yi seemed to see those Secret Marks engraved on the walls, the continuously writhing flesh murals, and the Obsession Sculptures tucked away in the corners.
The sound of thunder was like the drumbeats of doomsday, each strike heavily pounding on the hearts of the Art Students, filling the entire hall with a dark and oppressive atmosphere, supported only by an indomitable will at the brink of shattering.
Once the Art Students are crushed, endless despair will flood the Art Building Hall like a tide!
