The mere mention of 'her' sent a shiver down the Prince's spine. Even he, a Specialist-level Canzer who was no slouch when it came to strength, felt fear from the prospect of 'her' coming towards them.
Atlan slowly came to his senses as he came back to the real world. He immediately felt the immense weight of his battle suit weighing him down again.
"Atlan, are you back?!"
Carmine's worried voice transmitted through the speaker.
"Yeah. I'm back. What happened?"
"You were just standing still. That's what happens when you enter the dreamscape of the White Canzer. How did you get out?"
Atlan would have liked more to discuss how he outsmarted the White Canzer, but he was immediately alerted by the two Canzer's worrying conversation.
"Carmine. In the dream, I saw a hand mirror. Is that the White Canzer's weakness?"
