It's a full two meters tall, with a gigantic beast on it. The beast is vicious, like some ancient mythic creature.
"This painting isn't…"
Jared Quinn quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, narrowing his icy eyes at the painting.
How could there be a second one?
"Th-this looks like a painting from last century. There's only one of it, absolutely no second copy." Someone in the crowd recognized the piece.
"From last century? Oh my God, could this be the one Mark Sov spent two years creating? How is it here? Wasn't that masterpiece already lost to history?"
The cries in the crowd rose higher and higher. "What on earth is going on?"
Quite a few people in the crowd tried to take photos, but the security guards wouldn't allow it, staring rigidly the whole time.
"Let's go take a look." Melody Thorne pulled down Jared Quinn's big hand and was the first to run over, squeezing into the crowd to stare at the painting. The more she looked, the more captivated she became…
