As soon as there was a gap, the white fog immediately obscured the figures of the two people.

It was like a sheer layer of plain muslin had been draped over them.

Blurry and indistinct, it was hard to make out.

"What do you think they’re doing up ahead, standing so close together?"

Gregory Lawrence was curious.

Being in this desolate place, Arnold Simmons just glanced once and looked away, his voice cold and indifferent, "I don’t know."

Gregory Lawrence didn’t mind his indifference at all and talked to himself, "Are they whispering to each other?"

Arnold Simmons ignored him.

Gregory Lawrence nonetheless continued to chat away happily to himself.

...

Time seemed to pass particularly slowly in the white fog.

Arnold Simmons kept track of the time, and by the second day, Gregory Lawrence was already struggling to keep up.

Although Arnold Simmons found him quite annoying, he knew that now was not the time for nitpicking, and could only stretch out his hand to support him.

Hannah suggested, "Shall we take a break?"

Gregory Lawrence raised both hands in agreement, "I... I really can’t go on anymore!"

Spiritual strength could enhance a person’s physical condition, but it couldn’t enable someone to reach a state of not needing food or drink, like becoming an immortal on the spot.

Gregory Lawrence had the weakest spiritual strength among them, so he was the first one to give out.

Arnold Simmons looked into the depths of the fog, "Then let’s rest right here for now."

Upon hearing this, Gregory Lawrence didn’t care where they were and simply sat down on the spot.

In these two days within the fog, they had also noticed.

This area seemed to have no boundaries and could spread indefinitely.

There was no end to walk to, nor any obstacles to touch.

Sometimes they could see trees in areas where the fog was a bit thinner, but they could never actually reach them.

It was like a mirage.

It was not convenient to make a fire in the fog, so they could only sit in a circle and take a brief rest.

Hannah leaned on Arnold Simmons’s shoulder, not asleep, just closing her eyes.

Arnold Simmons looked down at her and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Hannah shook her head.

All four of them were very quiet.

No one spoke again.

The white fog was an unknown area within the Blackwood Forest. While many adventurers came to explore, no one had truly crossed the entire expanse of fog. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Hannah suddenly thought.

If it were not for her, Arnold Simmons and Gregory Lawrence would not have entered this expanse of fog.

In the past, she never liked to involve others in her actions.

But now... it seemed something was different.

She closed her eyes as if she had fallen asleep.

Arnold Simmons slowed his breathing and carefully took her into his arms.

Gregory Lawrence had also fallen asleep, lying on Arnold Simmons’s black robe, with his whole body pressing down on it.

Arnold Simmons pulled at his robe, but when he couldn’t move it, he gave up.

Outside the fog, night had already fallen.

*

Border.

The wanderers had come again.

This was the third time today.

It was said that a man named Sixth Hoffman had arrived.

A brawny man with a scruffy beard, his eyes shining like copper bells, he held a drink in his left hand and meat in his right.

He didn’t cross the border line but sat on a huge stone, speaking with an accent, "I’ve heard you’ve got some noble over there, let him come out and meet a guest, don’t be hiding him away. He ain’t no shy maiden, afraid to show his face, is he?"

The soldiers guarding the border turned pale with anger.

"Sixth Hoffman, quit your blathering!"

"What? Blathering, you say? I don’t understand your words." Sixth Hoffman took a swig of his drink and a bite of his meat, clearly enjoying himself, "If you ask me, you lot of Empire folks are just so pedantic, every last one of you like sick roosters, keeling over without a fight, tsk tsk tsk."

As Sixth Hoffman spoke, he shook his head, his tone filled with false pity, but his expression was one of mockery.