The very first was nothing but a blank canvas, even though Alan was using the full might of [Dragon Eyes] to pierce through the darkness that hid it, he found nothing. For a moment, he doubted his eyes. Perhaps they were malfunctioning, or maybe the barrier on the painting was far more powerful than his observation.
But it was simply not the case, the very first was but a blank canvas, white as it could be. Alan sighed, and waited for a while.
Who knows? In this place, perhaps something would appear on the painting if he waited a while, an entire work of art slowly taking shape in front of his very eyes? It could happen... such was the case of the world he was on.
This wasn't Earth, after all. But alas, nothing special happened, the white canvas remained white, and Alan wasn't willing to stare at it for hours to ponder some hidden meaning or whatnot. He had no plans to study it.
