Vyers frowned. Gone? When could that have happened?

He opened his journal, taking a look for himself, only to receive the same message. Etna, Flonne, it seemed as though everyone was on their way home--or that's what he wanted to think had happened, at least.

But if the message only appeared when someone was, indeed, gone, then there was no reason for him to believe otherwise.

He snapped the journal shut again and tucked it away, waiting to see what Laharl would do.