But unfortunately, Alan hit nothing but a feather pillow.
He looked down and saw no sign of the White Canzer sleeping on the bed.
The White Canzer wasn't here.
He looked around the room as well and saw that White Canzer was previously in this room, but left for some reason. The comforter was a mess and all over the place as if someone had just slept there and never bothered to clean up after themselves.
The torch lighting up the room was still burning brightly as well.
"It's not here. Where could it be?"
"I've got a bad feeling about this…"
Carmine was unnerved. The White Canzer was famous for always being in her bed and sleeping the rest of the day. It was a lazy Canzer. It relied on the beings it bewitched to do her work for her.
"Where is it?"
"Go to the other room, now!"
Carmine's urgent voice forced Atlan to move out of the room at his fastest speed. He didn't even question him.