''There , the hound is at the other side'' Says Suiming with a serious but dressed with surprise tone.

If it is not Acryl , he would just run straight into where the hound is and beat the hell out of it like it is a sandbag.

Thankfully Acryl is here , so he is going to do it in a more civilized way. A way where it is less direct.

Before they take the first step , a wicked and unseenable creature with four sharp , hideous limbs flashes in front of them and disappears.

“Acryl , what do you think of Existences?”

“...I don't really know.”

''You know what , never mind'' Suimin turns around and goes to the other side of the deck

''You come with me , the hound can't find you if you are next to me''

"Ok..." Acryl has so many questions right now , the chat on the way didn't untie the tie in his mind.

Who is this Suimin?

What does he have to do with the friend of my missing teacher?

''Acryl there is something i must tell you'' Suimin stopped and turns around to Acryl

''I am not a human, '' Suimin said to Acryl.

Acryl looks to Suiming. He looks human in any way. Talks like one , dresses like an extremely old one and acts like a young one.

''And not an Existence of course , I don't even know what I am.''

He adds with a relatively casual tone.

Existences — god-like creatures , if they could be called one, who has lived in unimaginable length of time , some once said:

''Existences rules the past , Existences rules the present , Existence shall rule forever''.

He can’t think of anything else about Existences other than those posters on the streets , usually hanged there by messengers- a mysterious official organization , warning the dangers and madness about them and Existences that are safe to believe in. Most of them are about Serpent Father , Moon of Evolution and the Euth’s one and only ‘god’- The Never Seen Starseeker.

A bubble rises from the ocean of his memories. He remembers a tale from the Grand dome that he used to live in. A tale about an unnatural solar eclipse.

Rumors say that the sun eclipse wasn't there because of natural reasons , but someone did it and they call the one who made the sun eclipse--Sharded light.

''Do you have realm-arts?''Suiming asks.

''Yes''Acryl replied

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Suiming looks at him. Excitement flows through his face and eyes , not even the reflection on his monocle can hide that.

“You got those from dealers or messengers?”

“...uh…i don’t really remember…but i have the back-stab of it as long as i can remember.” Acryl says . rolling his sleeves up.

The black hexagons that are like scales , separated by the skin in and between them.

“So you make sure the hound can’t move , and I'll do my things, is that clear?”

Acryl nods.

''Acrly you ready?'' Suimin says to Acryl while grabbing his butterfly knife

The colors on his cloth and skin faded .

The air and the deck warps and worms like they are the moon-reflecting tide.

In his eyes , the world is nothing more than an unused canvas for his new artwork.

Realm-arts: Pure-white pallette

''I'll go first'' he dashes and his hat falls off, his dagger goes through the hound , scraping spacetime. Leaving a purple wound that connects to the unknown.

''Acryl ,now!'' he yells.

Acryl raises his hand , like an artist moving a brush on a dirty pallet , the ''brush'' reforms Suiming’s hat and turns it into a massive blue-ish cage.

The blue cage made out of colors did not trap the hound. Its claw moves through the cage.

Acryl could see the tiny crack on its bone-made claw. He almost couldn’t move his legs.

Then a purple line that feels like the scar of spacetime itself appears between Acrylic and hound.

With a splash of steaming liquids on Acryl’s face , the wicked limb of the hound gets cut down. Steam ascends from its wound.

But the hound is still moving.

''Acryl , aim for its abdomen!''

Suiming’s words pull Acryl’s mind out of the freezing body.

His body feels the pain from his realm-arts. The colors around him mix. Forming a spear that is soft yet sharp.

It needs no palette , the world is its canvas.

''Where is its abdomen?It's empty'' He thought to himself.

Just as the spear is about to pierce through the air, a floating column that resembles a dragon from Siyue culture wraps around the hound. Its faint-silver fangs bites the hound’s worldly gray flesh.

''Never mind Acryl , i got it myself.''

Suiming races towards the hound like a child running to a slide in the playground.

He inspects the hound carefully and reaches his finger to the part of its body that resembles its head.

''Acryl , i'm making a mind connection with it , do not say anything before i open my eyes.''

Suiming dives deep into the mind of the beast , in the process he could hear voices from different things.

In the end he meets the consciousness of the hound.

Out of nowhere , a sting pierced through his memories. Cutting what can be called “Suiming”. His self bursts out like lavas.

The floating consciousness of himself sticks to the hound’s inaudible groan. He starts to hear whispers from something else.

For almost a second Suiming thought he had claws that could pierce and fold reality.

He has to be quick before they both get trapped here forever.

Acryl could probably die of age in eternity if that happens , but Suiming can’t.

With the last piece of himself , he reached to the core of its consciousness.

He tries to pick up the broken pieces of his “self”. But the longer he stays the more he is merged with the hound.

As he planned , he infuses some obscure knowledge into the hound. Forcing it to dump them out.