"You said... your blood?"
"Yes, with my blood."
Herbert's answer left Fremay somewhat puzzled.
His reply was like a massive stone suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves upon waves.
Fremay slightly furrowed her brows, carefully staring at her partner to make sure he wasn't joking.
But if this wasn't the most absurd joke, then what did those words mean?
Her eyes were filled with confusion and concern, and she softly asked, "Herbert, do you really understand what you're saying?"
In this mysterious and dangerous land of the Misty Mountains, the real danger was never the creatures hidden within, but rather this seemingly ordinary fog.
Although Herbert had led her through layers of mist into his domain, demonstrating the ability to walk freely here, it still couldn't completely reassure Fremay.
She also knew that Herbert's blood had special powers, capable of partially dispelling the mist.
However, this mist harbored an ancient curse.
