Chapter 3142: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eleventh Echo: The Echo of Light

The single line of light did not remain silent. It resonated, sending a soft hum throughout the canvas, a sound that was both a question and an answer.

The resonance of the light rippled outward, and where the hum touched the void, a second, softer light bloomed—the first echo, born from the memory of that first mark.