The mist of the Dark Continent never dispersed.
Beneath the gray sky stretched an endless primordial wilderness. Twisted giant trees blotted out the heavens, their trunks so thick that more than a dozen people would be needed to encircle them. Their bark was covered in glowing moss, which gave off a faint blue radiance through the fog.
The ground was soft humus that creaked beneath their feet. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and an indescribably sweet, cloying floral fragrance.
The group of seven moved slowly through the mist.
Saitama walked at the front, his hands in his pockets and boredom written across his face. His yellow bodysuit stood out against the gray backdrop like a moving signal light.
"How much farther..."
He yawned.
"We've been walking all day and haven't even seen anything edible."
Genos followed half a step behind him, his optical lenses scanning their surroundings as he remained on alert.
"Teacher, based on the scan results, there are traces of a group of large creatures active three kilometers ahead. They may be a source of food."
"Oh." Saitama's eyes lit up. "Are they big?"
"Estimated body length: three to five meters."
"Enough to eat?"
"...Enough for seven people to have one meal."
"That'll do."
Saitama nodded in satisfaction and continued forward.
Kurapika walked in the middle of the group, his Scarlet Eyes glimmering faintly as he sensed the Nen fluctuations around them. The strengthening effects of the Meteorite Garlic remained, expanding his sensing range to three times what it had been before. Not even the slightest movement could escape his notice.
Gon hopped about beside him. One moment, he climbed a tree to look into the distance; the next, he crouched down to study strange footprints on the ground. He was as excited