It seems that Leon's results in the first stage of the exam would surely be at the very bottom.
After hearing Pisces director's warning about "no random abstract painting," Amien glanced at the still-blank exam paper on Leon's desk, slightly shook his head, then sat back up straight and gazed intently at the towering giant tree behind Pisces director.
Twisted, gnarled, rotten, foul.
Rather than branches and leaves, it was more like filthy fragments of animal and plant carcasses strung together by glass-like slender transparent rods, extending from the thick yellow and short helical tree body, swaying lightly in a melancholy yet indifferent manner.
Below the giant monstrous tree was pure white soil buried with a pair of eyeballs and ten fingers, and above it, replacing the sun, was a gigantic harp composed of seven bright stars and two nebulae, slanting and leaning in the deep night sky.
