Back at the studio, the morning had fully settled over the Radiant Kingdom. The soft light of dawn had given way to the brightness of day, and the streets were gradually returning to their usual rhythm.

Like most people preparing for the day's activities, the Wanderer's uncle was already at work.

He moved the finished artworks he had completed to one side of the studio, carefully arranging each piece and attaching the details of its intended recipient. The works meant for display and sale were then unveiled one after another, allowing the paintings to catch the morning light filtering through the front of the studio.

Olamide, however, was still unconscious...