Her speed was so fast that by the time the cloaked man reacted, his own long sword was already at his neck.

Gregory Lawrence was dumbstruck as he looked at Arnold Simmons before him, "Is this... something you and she arranged?"

Arnold shook his head.

The cloaked man was trembling with rage, "You, no honor!"

"It’s about trust," Gregory supplemented.

The cloaked man stared intently at Hannah in front of him.

"How can I trust someone who wants to kill me?" said Hannah, "Have you been through the ’White Mist’?"

This was key.

The cloaked man kept silent.

Hannah said, "If you don’t speak, I’ll take your sword..."

"I’ve been through it."

Before Hannah finished speaking, the cloaked man interjected.

Hannah nodded, somewhat satisfied, "Wouldn’t it have been better to cooperate sooner?"

The man in the cloak remained silent.

Beside them, Gregory was already staring in disbelief, "Aren’t you going to do something?"

Arnold’s gaze remained on Hannah, initially worried, but now resigned and indulgent.

"I can’t control her," he said.

Gregory felt there was truth to that.

Sometimes Hannah could be quite "crazy."

If she couldn’t be controlled, then they had to go along with her.

"What’s in the ’White Mist’?"

Hannah posed the next question.

The cloaked man’s lips were tightly sealed, his jaw clenched tight, and it was only after a moment that he spoke again, "I don’t know."

Hannah advanced the sword in her hand, "Tell the truth."

The cloaked man said, "I couldn’t see clearly, I fainted."

Subsequent questions were all honestly explained by the cloaked man.

He had entered the Darkwood Forest three days ago, and since the mutant creatures hadn’t reached their breeding season, it only took him three days to reach the center of the Darkwood Forest.

He also entered the ’White Mist.’

Visibility in the ’White Mist’ was very low, and he could only dimly see a pond at the very center.

The pond was deep, bottomless, shimmering with a faint blue under the moonlight.

"And then?" Gregory asked curiously.

The cloaked man shook his head, "After that, I fainted, was knocked out."

It began to rain outside, and the group found a cave where they could shelter from the rain.

There, they had just reached a temporary truce with the cloaked man, whose name was Desolation.

Hannah sat on one side, still holding Desolation’s long sword.

Desolation glanced over several times, and then the sword was tucked behind Hannah by her.

Clearly, she wasn’t planning on returning this "weapon" just yet.

For safety.

Gregory was still curious about what happened in the ’White Mist,’ "Did you see who knocked you out?"

Desolation shook his head.

Shrouded in his cloak, he kept his head low, his chin more pallid than ever against the firelight, utterly bloodless.

"Not a person."

He suddenly spoke.

Gregory chewed on his dry rations, "Not a person, then what?"

Desolation said, "Don’t know, that thing, it was huge."

"How big?"

Desolation struggled to describe it, and only after a while, he squeezed out, "The light, it was blocked."

Gregory looked puzzled, turning to Hannah.

Hannah picked up a stick beside her and threw it into the fire, "He means that the creature is so large, so massive that its mere appearance blocks out all light, as if obscuring the sun."

Gregory gave her a thumbs up, "Nice translation."

Hannah ignored him, leaning further into Arnold’s shoulder.

She was sleepy.

Arnold adjusted his position slightly to make her more comfortable before speaking again, "According to Desolation, what he saw might be some kind of large mutant creature, possibly ten meters tall, or maybe even taller."

Only this size could achieve the effect of ’obscuring the sun’ described by Desolation.