'Who—'
Those words weren't uttered by the Huntsman puppet or the White Canzer. It was a kind of voice that they weren't familiar with. They hadn't heard it ever before in their lives as Canzers.
It was a language of their species. They could understand the words perfectly. Yet, somehow, there was something wrong with how it was said. There was something uncanny about it that the puppet could not fully understand.
The Huntsman puppet tried to locate where the voice came from and realized that it came from where the Angel power was coming from.
And as it got closer, the Huntsman finally got a closer look.
All this time, the source of that Angel power never showed itself. It was just a white blur in their eyes, which was further shrouded by the gray fog that encompassed everything.
But now, the Huntsman could see it as clear as day.