Gregory Lawrence curiously asked him, "Bro, don't you feel hot?"
The entire figure of the solitary figure was cloaked in a black robe, obscuring his shape and face, only his voice could be heard, "Not hot."
The wind swept away the clouds in the sky, leaving the blinding sunlight completely unobstructed, baking the entire forest of dark trees under waves of heat.
It was strange, with the sun being so intense, yet the white mist showed no signs of dissipating.
It still looked blurry around, as if isolated into a separate world.
Gregory Lawrence walked into the shade, lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat on his forehead, "Shall we just go into the white mist now, shall we prepare anything?"
Hannah looked at him, "What to prepare? We don't have any luggage."
Gregory thought for a moment, "True."
All they had was a backpack.
In the forest of dark trees, there were food and enough water; they didn't need to bring anything else.