Chaos erupted as the Mist Burns, towering beasts with bodies engulfed in blue flames, burst into the arts college. Suho's classmates screamed, scrambling to escape the inferno. The creatures' flames danced across the room, igniting easels, canvases, and sketchbooks.
Suho stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the Mist Burns. He felt an strange connection to the beasts, as if they were linked to the shadow soldiers he had drawn. The creatures' blue flames seemed to resonate with the dark energy he had sensed earlier.
Without thinking, Suho grabbed his sketchbook and began to draw. His pencils moved with a life of their own, capturing the Mist Burns' ferocity and grace. As he drew, the creatures slowed their rampage, their flames dwindling.
One beast approached Suho, its eyes burning with an intense blue light. Suho continued drawing, his art flowing into the creature's flames. The Mist Burn's fire transformed, taking on a new form – a dark, shadowy energy that seemed to merge with Suho's art.
The creature spoke in a voice that echoed in Suho's mind: "You have the power to shape our destiny, Young Monarch. Will you wield it?"