Later that evening, Jelo walked into his room and climbed straight onto his bed.
He had gotten the Dabbers he needed to replenish his energy reserve. The fight had been intense — good training, actually. He had even leveled up.
What a day.
He was about to call Atlas' name when he suddenly realized—
Atlas wasn't in the room.
Jelo slowly sat up, a worried expression forming on his face.
When he had woken up early that morning, he didn't remember seeing Atlas. And now it was evening, and Atlas still wasn't around.
Where could he have gone?
If not for that splitting headache earlier, he would have nagged Atlas about where he was heading in the morning. But the pain had been so sharp it wiped every other thought from his mind. He had completely forgotten about Atlas until now.
And now that he thought about it…
He hadn't seen or spoken to Atlas the entire day.
