Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly, distancing himself from the Waysonny River.
He had realized that the closer he got to the river, the more intense the stinging pain on his skin became, all due to the presence of the sword aura.
Ethan glanced at the multitude of tiny cuts on his finger.
With his robust physique, the wounds were already starting to heal.
However, the thought that the residual sword aura could slice through his body made him shudder.
Facing the sword directly was unimaginable, and the outcome, predictable.
A spark of inspiration struck Ethan as he propelled himself into the air, standing on the ground.
Hovering above, he gazed down at the slender Waysonny River, a bold idea forming in his mind.
"Could it be that someone used a sword to split open this place? Maybe that's the origin of the Waysonny River," Ethan thought aloud, his own daring suggestion startling him.
